作词 : a harlot
作曲 : a harlot
Once I slept on a feather bed
with blankets woven warm
Now I'm glad to lay my head
On a cloak that's old and torn
So sing with me a merry catch
As summer days will come
My love, he is a soldier boy.
So I'm following the drum.
With a pat-a-pat-a-tat
And a rattle and a scrat
And the beat of a marching song
I'm ragged and I'm worn and my hose are torn.
[(-Do you need a ride?
My offer still stand.
Like I said, first one for free.
-Think like a whore.
How much can you get?
-A guinea.
-For what?
Sell me your charms.
-I offer you love.
-Then you're a fool.
For a harlot, that doesn't exist.
-Then I have nothing.
Hunger in my stomach and a mouth full of breeze.
-Here's tuppence.
-What's that for?
-Your company. )
I'm lame and tired before my time
And still I follow him along
Oh, I lame and tired
But still I smile
And so I follow him...
(-I want your forgiveness.
-Eight shillings. )
(-This city is made of our flesh,
every beam, every brick.
We'll have our piece of it.)