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Poor Michael Lyrics - Artist : Dreadnoughts, The
There were two blackbirds up a tree
Hauling up the Arras line! Says one of them, "What do I see?" Up the line Up the line! "What's fallen down into the sand? "What tries in vain to sit or stand? "A chunk of mineral through its knee?" Poor Michael's up to Calvary Says the other one, "Now I did hear" Hauling up the Arras line? "In Normandy that's voice ran clear" Up the line Up the line! Says, "That will live in gay Paris" "Singing, swinging on a spree" And kiss them French maids, one, two, three!" Poor Michael's up to Calvary That flew away with a multitude Hauling up the Arras line! And joined a bold and cheery crew Up the line Up the line! They slept in mud and wind and rain Cursed the cold and cried in pain Were cut down like these rowan trees Poor Michael's up to Calvary "My memory it does reveal" Hauling up the Arras line! "That's father marching through this field" Up the line Up the line! "He's come to join his daddy dear" "To lie down and to disappear" "Well such a wonderful progeny!" Poor Michael's up to Calvary |
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