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Kitchener's Call
03:09
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Come gather round boys, come gather round me,
for the battle is raging far over the sea,
God in his mercy will find just reward,
for those of us who put them down by the sword.
Come be hero, your country needs you,
Come be a hero be one of the few,
who laid down a life, gave their last breath
for the King and the Country and you.
Forget the mud, forget the rain, forget the bullets like hail,
you just have to do what a boy has to do,
to be one of the glorious few.
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2. |
The Music Hall
04:23
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3. |
White Feather
03:36
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4. |
In The Cage
05:38
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5. |
Trench Song Medley
05:01
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6. |
Far Greater Thing
04:34
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He marched away in the morning light
He marched away from me
With banners held high he made a very fine sight
For all who were there to see.
No war to the east, he marched for the west
He marched away from me
To the place where the fight gave no man a rest
So far away from me
Long ago in a hole in the ground
A young man lay dying.
There came no sound, no tear ever found
Though the brave man was crying.
From the pain of it all and the shame that he felt lying
In the mud of a field in the corner of some foreign land
He knew it was time to rest
Dulce et decorum est
The message man came with his paper telegram
So terribly sad it said
But they never told, though they made so bold
Why that poor boy lay dead.
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The Wall
05:00
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They took you from your homes and farms,
tore you from your lover’s arms,
and faced you to the threat come from the East.
Taught me how my soul to sell, trained me well for living hell,
‘til finally, when the guns they cease,
they’ll engrave my name upon the peace.
The mould and shape to warriors make, from blacksmith, tailor,
Lord and rake, crusaders for the future’s sake.
Dressed me in drab, taught me how to parry and stab,
create this man from the lad, and send me off to hear the bugle’s call
and prepare for me a place upon the wall.
And when the day is done, when the battle’s lost and won, and when the final whistle cries ‘recall’.
When the victor’s cry, look to where the fallen lie,
They’ll engrave my name upon the wall.
They’ll engrave my name upon the wall.
March to the drum, for the world to come,
a world with no fighting or war.
In the mud and the blood,
Is it right?
Is it good?
Is this what the fighting’s for?
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Fool's Gold UK
Fool's Gold is Carol and Steve Robson. They're based in the North East of the UK, and present multimedia performances all over the UK. Live shows are just that: no tapes or backing. The recordings take that a bit further...
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