Leslie Fish - Danny Deever [HQ]

Описание: The Undertaker's Horse track 15. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:

"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.
"To turn you out, to turn you out," the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade.
"I'm dreading what I've got to watch," the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,
The Regiment's in hollow square—they're hangin' him today;
They've taken off his buttons and they've cut his stripes away,
And they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.

"What makes the rear-rank breathe so hard?" said Files-on-Parade.
"The bitter cold, the bitter cold," the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes the front-rank man fall down?" said Files-on-Parade.
"A touch of sun, a touch of sun," the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they're hangin' Danny Deever, they're marchin' him around,
They've halted Danny Deever by his coffin on the ground;
He'll swing in half a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound—
O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'!

"His cot was right-hand cot to mine," said Files-on-Parade.
"He's sleepin' out and far to-night," the Colour-Sergeant said.
"I've drunk his beer a score of times," said Files-on-Parade.
"He's drinkin' bitter beer alone," the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark him in his place,
He shot a comrade sleepin'—you must look him in the face;
Nine hundred of his county and the Regiment's disgrace—
O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'!

"What's that so black against the sun?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It's Danny fightin' hard for life," the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What's that that whimpers overhead?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It's Danny's soul that's passin' now," the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they've done with Danny Deever, you can hear the quickstep play,
The Regiment's in column, and they're marchin' us away;
Ho! the young recruits are shakin', aye, they'll want their beer today,
After hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.