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| 3:32 | 
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We are a proud land, we stand for freedom
we've got the franchise, on how to lead them we've got the history, and books to prove it give us the mountain, and we will move it we rule the waves, and, the seven seas, we bring the mighty, to thier knees we offer hope, and inspiration a fine example, to lesser nations we are Britania, jewel in the crown we brought a system, to the masses divide a nation, into classes it's in our breeding, and on our faces, at least we're all born, knowing our places we stay within our, social borders we only take what, our class affords us it doesn't matter, that it's not even this is the nature, of the demon we are Britania, jewel in the crown [chorous] we are Britania we crowned an empire we came and conqured we tore thier borders down we need no conscience god is on our side we are Britania jewel in the crown [short bridge] we are your friendly, liberators we'll free you countries, from your dictators for a small slice, of your oil wells we'll send our boys in, with thier bombshells we are a refuge, for the needy always caring, never greedy whatever gesture, could be finer we've given Hong Kong, back to China we are Britania, jewel in the crown [chorous] jewel in the crown jewel in the crown jewel in the crown |
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| 2. |
| 4:52 |
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Slip Jigs And Reels
He was barely a man in his grandfather's coat Sewn into the lining a ten shilling note Goodbye to the family Farewell to the shore ‘Till I taste good fortune you'll see me no more Now the boat on the ocean tossed like a cork Then one fine mornin' they sighted New York He stood on the gangplank and breathed in the air A lowland aplenty I've come for my share And he did like the ladies, their eyes and the fall of their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor Rollin' the dice, and spinnin' the wheels But he took most delight in the slip jigs and reels There's talk of a pistol, and some say a knife But all have agreed there was somebody's wife Dreadful commotion, a terrible fight He left a man dead and ran into the night On a train to St Louis, just one jump ahead He slept one eye open, a sixgun in bed He dreamt of the mountains and great fields of home Crossing the plain where the buffalo roam CHORUS A bad reputation's a hard thing to bear Mothers pour scorn, and children they stare So he found consolation in flash company Things ain't so bad with a girl on each knee Oh, they called him The Kid, and by 21 All that he knew was the power of the gun And by 23, he'd shot 5 men down that got in his way as he rambled around CHORUS Theres bones on the desert and buzzards that fly In the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die But in manners of cruelty, it must be said A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead It was wild mescaleros I heard someone say In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe And the young buck was taken, dressed in a coat And inside the lining a ten shilling note CHORUS |
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| 3. |
| 3:19 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:37 |
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| 5. |
| 4:14 |
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| 6. |
| 4:32 |
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As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure,
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. I didn't hear her dainty step as she appeared before me: A face to charm a singing bird with words that did implore me. "Can you help me sir?" she said, "I fear the time is near run For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon." (chorus) All you roving fellows listen, while you can, Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. All you roving fellows listen, while you can, Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water, As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant's daughter. So I thought I'd try my luck and do my best to charm her. Said I was the only son of a country farmer. "Your hands they are a smooth as silk, they never touched a plough sir And I suppose these pistols help you milking of your cows." She looked at me with mocking eyes as coal-black as a raven And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon. (chorus) Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter, Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant's daughter. When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols taken, With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon. In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires, Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars. Then I heard the London coach and I was all a-shiver; A lady's voice was calling out: "Stand-to and deliver!" (chorus) "Your money or your life I'll have, it's all the same to me. It's Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree." She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols, And reliever the London coach of the gold of Bristol. And it's up she's mounted on my horse and rode into the distance And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance. No more I'll play the highwaymen, nor more I'll put the mask on, I'll leave it to the bright-eyed girl who roams the banks of Avon. (chorus) As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure, I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. |
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| 7. |
| 4:33 |
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| 8. |
| 2:06 |
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| 9. |
| 3:50 |
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| 10. |
| 4:57 |
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| 11. |
| 3:47 |
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| 12. |
| 3:14 |
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| 13. |
| 4:36 |
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| 14. |
| 4:41 |
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Well I've been away such a long time now
And my life has changed so much And I broke my promise that no matter how I would always keep in touch I could hear the whistle of the telephone wires I could hear the trains roll by If I can hear the whistle and the engine's whine Why can't I hear you cry That home is where the heart is Who's that knocking on your front door? Is it the friend that you never knew? Well why don't you make sure That home is where the heart is Three short steps & I'll be there Into the arms of the one you love And never roam no more Well you tracked me down to this foreign town Your long distance call came through And a voice that I'd not heard for years Said, Darlin', is that you? And a voice of my own said, I'll be there When I get these wheels to start And it's not my promise that I'll break this time But someone else's heart 'Cause home is where the heart is Guess who's knocking at your front door? Is it the friend that you never knew? Well why don't you make sure That home is where the heart is Take those steps across the floor Into the arms of the one who loves you And never roam no more |
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| 15. |
| 5:40 |
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Cohen
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since but CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since CLOSING TIME I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots It's CLOSING TIME And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's CLOSING TIME The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But CLOSING TIME I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex. |
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