I usually hate people messing with songs but I am guilty in this case....the song about the banks of the Murray...I wrote another verse because it seemed empty somehow..

his name was Joseph and I am his father I went to the big one and came home all right The last thing I thought of when I was in combat was someday I'd send my own boy off to fight then I remember the birth of my son and oh how I prayed he would not hear the gun But his number was called and in 71 they shipped his remains to the Murray.

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