following the drum - 歌词大全

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.)