David Miller-歌词

The Widow at Windsor - Michael Halliwell/David Miller

Have you leard or the Widow at Windsor

With a hairy gold crown on her lead

She has ships on the foam

She has millions at home

And she pays us poor beggars in red

Ow poor beggars in red

There's her nick on the cavalry orses

There's her mark on the medical stores

And her troopers you'll

Find with a fair wind behind

That takes us to various wars

Poor beggars

Barbarious wars

Then here is to the

Widow at Windsor

And here is to the

Stores and the guns

The men and the horses

What makes up the forces

Or Missis Victorier is sons

Poor beggars Victoriers sons

Walk wide or the Widow at Windsor

For half or Creation she owns

We have bought her the same

With the sword and the flame

And we've salted

It down with our bones

Poor beggars

It's blue with our bones

Hands off or the sons or the Widow

Hands off or the goods in her shop

For the Kings must

Come down and the Emperors frown

When the Widow at Windsor says

Stop

Poor beggars

We're sent to say Stop

Then here is to the Lodge or the Widow

From the Pole to the Tropics it runs

To the Lodge that

We tile with the rank and the file

And open in form with the guns

Poor beggars

It's always they guns

We have heard or the

Widow at Windsor

It's safest to let her alone

For her sentries

We stand by the sea and the land

Wherever the bugles are blown

Poor beggars

And don't we get blown

Take old or the Wings or the Morning

And flop round

The earth till you're dead

But you won't get

Away from the tune that they play

To the blooming old rag over head

Poor beggars

It's hot over head

Then here is to the sons or the Widow

Wherever however they roam

Here is all they desire

And if they require

A speedy return to their home

Poor beggars

They'll never see home