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The Bad Squire

アーティスト:Chumbawamba  アルバム:English Rebel Songs 1381-1984 

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The merry brown hares came a-leaping Over the crest of the hill Where the clover and corn lay a-sleeping Under the moonlight so still Leaping so late and so early ‘Till under their bite and their tread The swedes and the wheat and the barley Lay cankered and trampled and dead A poacher's poor widow sat sighing On the side of the moss-patterned bank Where under the gloom of the fir-woods One acre of ground laying rank She watched over barely grown clover Where rabbit or hare never ran For the ground that it all covered over Hid the blood of a good murdered man She thought of the shaded plantation And the hares and her husband's own blood And the voice of her own indignation Rose up to the throne of her God There's blood on your new foreign shrubs, Squire There's blood on your pointer's cold feet There's blood on the game that you sell Squire And there's blood on the game that you eat You have sold out the labouring man, Squire Both body and soul for to shame To pay for your seat in the


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