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American Murder Song
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The Five Sisters
Nineteen souls left camp at first light Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes nineteen souls left camp at first light Two men red and twelve men white And we five sisters along for the plight Spinning a quilt on a loom
Fourteen lads, they led on the trail, Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes, fourteen lads, they led on the trail, (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen) When the oxen and wagons and weather did fail, Yet we five sisters were plucky and hale Humming a widowy tune
Two of the lads had holes in their shoes, Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes, two of the lads had holes in their shoes (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve) And their toes went black and their soles went blue Yet we five sisters, as well-heeled as Jews Danced in the light of the moon
Three of the lads came down with a cough Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes, three of the lads came down with a cough (Two, four, six, eight, nine) And they wheezed in fits til' their heads fell off Yet we five sisters were twirling aloft Riding the stick of a broom
One of the lads went mad in the night Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes, one of the lads went mad in the night (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight) And cut off his clothes and his beard with a knife Yet we five sisters were bundled up tight 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And slept as a babe in a womb
Two of the lads went thin as a bone Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes, two of the lads went thin as a bone (One, two, three, four, five, six) And their tongues went thick and their guts went moan Yet we five sisters knew nary a groan And purred like a black cat in June
Two of the lads, they picked up a gun Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes, two of the lads, they picked up a gun (One, two, three, four) And shot down the hill where the other two ran Yet we five sisters, as pious as nuns Blushed as the powder went boom
The last two lads were a murderous sight Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes, the last two lads were a murderous sight (One, two) And tore at the miwoks for liver and lights Yet we five sisters, so prim and polite Sat with a napkin and spoon
One by one, they all met their fate Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes, one by one they all met their fate (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen) Fourteen lads so grave and so great Yet we five sisters with veils and with plates Lay down a quilt on their tomb One, two, three, four, five
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