Maddy Prior Blood And Gold
On rides a captain and 300 soldier lads Out of the morning mist and thro' the silent snow Whistling gaily rides the captain at their head Behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go
For when you took my gold and swore to follow me You sold away your lives and your liberty No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand
O mother weep for your son He is gone to kill and die
You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword All alone by the muddy Danube shore. He gave the order for the drummers to beat their drums. The smothers of my clothes the life a soldier lives.
Unfurl your ragged banners and brace your pale young face You'll all die in the fire there'll be no hiding place O mother hear the drumbeat in the village square O mother that drums for me to go for a soldier there
Mothers, sisters, wives, weep for us Marked as Cain we die alone
