ANGUS FRASER
©Rick Fielding, BMI
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My name is Angus Fraser, ninety summers I have seen.
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Born below decks on an immigrant ship sailing out of Aberdeen.
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To leave her land and kinfolk near to broke my mother's heart.
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For a newborn babe on a twelve-foot wave, hard times from the start.
Halifax was my first home, and I grew up hard and strong.
I watched my old man waste away from working so damned long.
At sixteen years, in a uniform, I crossed the seas again.
To defend this land, I shot a man. Those were hard times then.
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Those were hard times then; not a dollar left to spend.
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We paid the cost for what we lost and faced it once again.
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Hard times then; it seemed they'd never end,
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But we fought like hell and we lived to tell of the hard times once again.
I worked again until the crash sent prices tumbling down.
Hung on by my fingertips till the banker's men came 'round.
To throw a farmer's family out, that's the worst of any crimes.
It was called the Great Depression, but I called it more hard times.
Once again aboard a train, this time I rode alone.
In an empty boxcar, prarie winds can chill you to the bone.
I'd heard of work in the logging camps on B.C.'s northern coast.
By God, I missed my family. That's when hard times hurt the most.
And those were hard times then...
For seven years I swung an axe, cut down a million trees.
She sent love and I sent my pay, but in time we ceased to be.
The next war came and, once again, I answered when they called,
But the days and nights in a prison camp were the hardest times of all.
I worked the mills in Cornwall, fished in Newfoundland.
I love this country east to west, for I built it with my hands.
Twice more I got married, now my children number eight.
Oh, the hard times coming 'round again, guess that's to be their fate.
Those were hard times then...
Those were hard times then...
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From CD-123 Lifeline - Rick Fielding
© 1995 Folk-Legacy Records, Inc.