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Trafford Road Ballad

Ewan MacColl
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Ewan MacColl


I've never been out of Salford town
The place where I was born
Except when I was in the ranks
And wore a uniform
But I'd sooner never travel
If the only way to see
The world is through the battlesights
Of a Mark IV-303.

I have a little baby
He's the apple of me eye
When I think about his future
My thoughts take wing and fly
What kind of future can there be
With planes and tanks and guns
With flying high and dropping bombs
On other people's sons?

I'd like to see the whole wide world
North, south, east, and west
I'd like to travel everywhere
With the girl that I love best
But I'll stay beside the Irwell
All me life before I'll stand
In some foreign country
With a bayonet in me hand.

I work each day upon the docks
And see the ships come in
And no one asks to see the colour
Of a sailor's skin
Side by side they're working men
From Norway, China, Greece
Why can't the statesmen do the same
And let us live in peace?



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