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The Dreadnoughts
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The Dreadnoughts


A seventeen days and seventeen nights
We held up underground
Through misty panes and thick green light
I saw death raining down

And when it all was finished
I just turned away in fear
Bless me father and hold my hand
Until the dawn is here

Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
A raising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the fair Katie Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again

Well ye lads
Give us one of the ol' song
Here we go

Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider
For tonight we'll merry be (we'll merry be!)
We'll knock the milkchurns over, and roll 'em in the clover
The corn's half cut, and so be we!

I hear the party coming down
To wrest me from my cell
Oh father don't you preach to me
Or speak to me of hell

Just deliver me a little song
And a final taste of rum
And tell the buggers who shoot me down
Just where ol' Jimmy's from

Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
A raising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the fair Katie Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again



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