Fairport Convention - "The Deserter" lyrics
*** Complimentary The Deserter Ringtone ***
As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway
A recruiting party came a-beating my way
And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go
They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know
When first I deserted, I thought myself free
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
Court martial, court martial, they help upon me
Until my cruel comrade informed against me
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me
And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
A recruiting party came a-beating my way
And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go
They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know
When first I deserted, I thought myself free
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
Court martial, court martial, they help upon me
Until my cruel comrade informed against me
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me
And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me
Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me
When next I deserted, I thought myself free
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot
Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks
For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me
Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed'
Set him free from his irons and let him go free
For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country
Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me
When next I deserted, I thought myself free
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot
Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks
For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me
Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed'
Set him free from his irons and let him go free
For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country
*** Complimentary The Deserter Ringtone ***
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