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Captain Swing

Graham Moore
Lingua: Inglese



The sun's gone down, the shutters drawn
The curfew bell has tolled
The fox is lurking round the farm
The barn owl's wings unfold
In the candle light tonight you might, hear to your alarm
The midnight band of Captain Swing as he rides from farm to farm

All over Dorset the flames are leaping high
The ricks are burning, who's the cause?
Captain Swing not I!

The sheep are safely in the fold
The shepherd deeply sleeps
The ploughman reels back from his drink
Through woods the poacher creeps
The squire retires on bed of brass with one thing on his mind
If Captain Swing's this way tonight there'll be no corn to grind

All over Dorset the flames are leaping high
The ricks are burning, who's the cause?
Captain Swing not I!

The labouring man is on his knees
Nowhere can he get hired
Since new machines that do the work, the farmer has acquired
But how he sweats when he reads the threats on paper morning brings
Destroy your gear or else I swear you'll pay, Signed Captain Swing


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