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    Rogers Stan Harris And The Mare текст песни

    Harris And The Mare

    Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again
    More welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare
    For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all alone
    Harris, fetch thy mare and take us home

    The wife and I came out for a quiet glass of stout
    And a word or two with neighbors in the room
    But young Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sin
    And swore the wife would leave the place with him

    But the wife as quick as thought said, «No, I’ll bloody not»
    Then struck the brute a blow about the head
    He raised his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
    And she fell onto the floor like she were dead

    Now Harris, well you know, I’ve never struck an angry blow
    Nor would I keep a friend who raised his hand
    I was a conscie in the war, cryin’ what the hell’s this for?
    But I had to see his blood to be a man

    I grabbed him by his coat, spun him ’round and took his throat
    And beat his head upon the parlor door
    He dragged out an awful knife, and he roared «I’ll have your life»
    And he stuck me and I fell onto the floor

    Now blood I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eye
    As he shouted out «I’ll finish you for sure»
    But as the knife came down, I lashed out from the ground
    And the knife was in his breast and he rolled o’er

    Now with the wife as cold as clay I carried her away
    No hand was raised to help us through the door
    And I’ve brought her half a mile, but I’ve had to rest a while
    And none of them I’ll call a friend no more

    For when the knife came down, I was helpless on the ground
    No neighbor stayed his hand, I was alone
    By God, I was a man, but now I cannot stand
    Please, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us home

    Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of here
    In my nine and fifty years I’ve never known
    That to call myself a man, for my loved one I must stand
    Now Harris, fetch thy mare take us home

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