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THE KING'S SHILLING Oh my love has left me wi' bairnies twa And that's the last o' him I ever saw He's joined the army and he marched awa' He took the shillin' He took the shillin' and he marched awa' Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar Tak' the King's shilling an' we're off tae war Oh he looked sae prood and sae gallant then Wi' his kilt and sporran an' his musket gun And the ladies kissed them as they marched awa' And they sailed awa' boys They sailed awa', boys, by the Broomielaw The pipes they played as they marched along And the men they sang oot a battle song "March on, march on," cried our Captain gay And for King and country For King and country we will fight this day The battle echoed tae the sound o' guns And bayonets flashed in the morning sun The drums did beat and the cannons roared And the shillin' didn't seem The shillin' didn't seem much worth no more Some lost the battle their bodies fell Cut doon by bayonets and musket ball And many o' these brave young men Would never fight for Would never fight for their King again Oh my love has left me wi' bairnies twa And that's the last o' him I ever saw He's joined the army and he marched awa' He took the shillin' He took the shillin' and he marched awa' @war @soldier @recruit sung by Jean Redpath filename[ KINGSHIL SOF |
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