I Wish That The Wars Were All Over
Anonymous
| Original | La versione di Helen Hockenhull (folk singer che porta il cognome... |
| I WISH THAT THE WARS WERE ALL OVER Down in the meadows the violets so blue There I saw pretty Polly milking her cow The song that she sung made all the grove to ring - “My Billy is gone and left me to serve the king And I wish the wars were all over” I step’t up to her and made this reply And said, “My dear Polly what makes you to cry?” - “My Billy is gone from me whom I love so dear The Americans will kill him so great is my fear And I wish the wars were all over” I said, “My dear Polly, can you fancy me I‘ll make you as happy as happy can be” - “No, no, sir”, said she, “that never can be I ne’er be happy till my Billy I see And I wish the wars were all over” I still amazed to hear what she said The small bird a singing on every tree The notes that she sung where nightingale notes How the lark and the linnets warble their throats “And I wish the wars were all over” - “I now for my parents no longer can stay To seek for my Billy I’ll hast away To see if my Billy will make me his wife So free for his sake I’ll venture my life And I wish the wars were all over” - “I now to some tailor I’ll hast and away To rig myself out in some young man’s array Like a bold fellow, so neat and so trim So free for his sake I’ll go serve the king And I wish the wars were all over” | I WOULD THAT THE WARS WERE ALL OVER In the meadow one morning when pearly with dew A fair pretty maiden plucked violets so blue, I heard a sweet voice making all the woods ring - “Oh my love is in Flanders to fight for the king And I would that the wars were all over Oh, I would that the wars were all done.” “I'll pluck the red robin so jaunty and gay, Yet I have my Robin but he's far away. His jacket is red and his cheeks as the rose And he sings of his Nell as to battle he goes. And I would that the wars were all over Oh I would that the wars were all done.” “Ten thousands of bluebells now welcome the spring Oh, when will the church bells the victory ring And the soldiers return and all England rejoice? Oh, then I'll be wed to the lad of my choice. And I would that the wars were all over Oh I would that the wars were all done.” In the meadow one morning when pearly with dew A fair pretty maiden plucked violets so blue, I heard a sweet voice making all the woods ring - “Oh my love is in Flanders to fight for the king And I would that the wars were all over Oh, I would that the wars were all done.” |
