Swan Arcade - Shule Agra | Текст песни

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Here I sit on Butternut Hill,
Who could blame me cry my fill?
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill;
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Chorus (repeated after each verse):
Shule, shule, shule agra,
His nets and creel are laid away
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

With fifes and drums he marched away;
The orders came, he couldn't stay.
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny is gone for a soldier.

I'd sell my ruck, I'd sell my reel,
I'll even sell my spinning wheel,
To buy my love a coat of steel;
Johnny is gone for a soldier.

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