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(1983) |
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| The Trooper | ||
| Cross Eyed Mary |
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(Harris) |
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too |
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You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through |
| So when you're waiting for the next attack |
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You' d better stand there's no turning back |
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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins |
| But on this battlefield no one wins |
| The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath |
| As I plunge on into certain death |
| The horse he sweats with fear we break to run |
| The mighty roar of the Russian guns |
| And as we race towards the human wall |
| The screams of pain as my comrades fall |
| We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground |
| And the Russians fire another round |
| We get so near yet so far away |
| We won't live to fight another day |
| We get so close near enough to fight |
| When a Russian gets me in his sights |
| He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow |
| A burst of rounds take my horse below |
| And as I lay there gazing at the sky |
| My body's numb and my throat is dry |
| And as I lay forgotten and alone |
| Without a tear I draw my parting groan |
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(I Anderson) |
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IM |
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Who would be a poor man a beggar man a thief |
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If he had a rich man in his hand |
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And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth |
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If he could take it from the money man |
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IM |
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Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again |
| She signs no contract but she always plays the game |
| She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel |
| And the jack knife barber drops her off at school |
| IM |
| Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys |
| Would rather make it with a letching gay |
| Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung |
| Who watches through the railings as they play |
| IM |
| Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along. |
| A poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song |
| A rich man's stealer but her favour's good and strong |
| She's the Robin Hood of Highgate helps the poor man get along |
| IM |
| Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys |
| Would rather make it with a letching gay |
| Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung |
| Who watches through the railings as they play |
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IM |
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Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again |
| She signs no contract but she always plays the game |
| She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel |
| And the jack knife barber drops her off at school |
| IM |
| Cross-eyed Mary |
| Cross-eyed Mary |