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YOUNG JIMMY FOULGER Oh it's distant, far distant lies a young Scottish brave-- No tombstone or monument to decorate his grave, For his body lies a-mouldering in the rude soil od Spain Where young Jimmy Foulger in battle was slain. On the morning of the battle the bugle did sound; The captain gave his orders as they formed on the ground: 'Twas to storm Bridges Castle before it was day, With young Jimmy Foulger to lead us the way. It was climbing up the ladder and scaling the wall, A bullet from the French caused young Foulger to fall. He raised his right hand unto his left breast, And to his companions these words he addressed: "Here's to you Robert Peary as we form on the plain. If ever you return to old Scotland again, Tell my poor aged mother for me not to mourn, For I'm wounded in battle and will never return. "If I had a drink of water from that old Scottish well, My wounds they would heal and my fever would quell; But life's crimson fountain is flowing so fast That young Jimmy Foulger will soon breathe his last." A new Brunswick version of Jamie Foyers. from Folksongs of New Brunswick, Ives sung by Spurgeon Allaby @battle @death @soldier filename[ JAMEFOY4 TUNE FILE: JAMEFOY4 CLICK TO PLAY |
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