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Rebecca Hall
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One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I watched through my window as he marched away
Through fields lately blooming, they sang as they went
The sons of the poor, 'til their blood all was spent
Oh my, my, who's gonna pay
For every sweetheart taken this way?
Oh my, my, who will replace
Your sons and your brothers when they're gone away?
Oh darlin', my darlin', don't grieve for me so
I'll come home a hero before the first snow
They have no hope against us, our numbers are too strong
You must stop your cryin', for nothing can go wrong
Oh my, my, who's gonna pay
For every sweetheart taken this way?
Oh my, my, who will replace
Your sons and your brothers when they're gone away?
Oh mother, dear mother, I've seen all the signs
I know I'm a-slippin', and wanderin' in my mind
Oh take me to that river and let me wade across
There's no point in lingerin', our battles all are lost
Oh my, my, who's gonna pay
For every sweetheart taken this way?
Oh my, my, who will replace
Your sons and your brothers when they're gone away?
Oh my, my, who's gonna pay
For every sweetheart taken this way?
Oh my, my, who will replace
Your sons and your brothers when they're gone away?
Writer(s): Ken Anderson, Rebecca Ruth Hall
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