On rides a captain and three hundred soldier lads
out of the morning mist and through the silent snow.
Whistling gaily ride the captain at their heads,
behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go.
O lads of mine, weep no more,
You are gone to kill and die.
For when you took my gold and swore to follow me
you sold away your lifes and your liberty.
No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land.
No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand.
O mother weep for your son.
He is gone to kill and die.
You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword
all alone by de muddy Danube shore.
He gave the order for the drummers to beat their drums
that mothers all might know the life a soldier leads.
Mothers, sisters, wives, weep for us.
Marked als Cain we lie alone.
out of the morning mist and through the silent snow.
Whistling gaily ride the captain at their heads,
behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go.
O lads of mine, weep no more,
You are gone to kill and die.
For when you took my gold and swore to follow me
you sold away your lifes and your liberty.
No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land.
No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand.
O mother weep for your son.
He is gone to kill and die.
You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword
all alone by de muddy Danube shore.
He gave the order for the drummers to beat their drums
that mothers all might know the life a soldier leads.
Mothers, sisters, wives, weep for us.
Marked als Cain we lie alone.
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