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DONE WITH BONAPARTE (Lyrics Mark Knopfler; air trad. ) We've paid in hell since Moscow burned As Cossacks tear us piece by piece Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues Though death would be a sweet release And our Grande Armee is dressed in rags A frozen, starving beggar band Like rats we steal each other's scraps And fall to fighting hand to hand cho:: Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte What dreams he made for us to dream The Spanish skies, Egyptian sands The world was ours, we marched upon Our little corporal's command And I lost an eye at Austerlitz The sabre slash yet gives me pain My one true love awaits me still The flower of the Aquitaine (CH) I pray for her who prays for me A safe return to ma belle France We prayed this war would end all wars In war we know there's no romance And I pray our child will never see A little corporal again Point towards a foreign shore And captivate the hearts of men (CH) @war @Napoleon filename[ DONEBONY Feb07 |
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