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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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