Testo 1845 - The High Kings

1845

Ah me mothers hangin washin on the line on the line
Me mothers hanging washing on the line
There’s a grand breeze blowin and there’s plenty of dryin
Me mothers hanging washin on the line on the line
Me mothers hangin washing on the line
Me father’s got his shovel digging graves digging graves
Me father’s got his shovel digging graves
The sweat is rolling off him but the hunger he braves
Me father’s got his shovel digging graves digging graves
Me father’s got his shovel digging graves
Every day is just like the others
No spud left for meself or me brothers
All of us beggin to stay alive
In 1845
Ah we haven’t got a shilling to our name to our name
We haven’t got a shilling to our name
Down on our knees and we feel no shame
We haven’t got a shilling to our name to our name
We haven’t got a shilling to our name
Every day is just like the others
No spuds left for meself or me brothers
All of us begging to stay alive
In 1845
We’re living on the breath of a prayer of a prayer
We’re living on the breath of a prayer
We’re hanging on hopes so we won’t despair
We’re living on the breath of a prayer of a prayer
We’re living on the breath of a prayer
Every day is just like the others
No spuds left for meself or me brothers
All of us begging to stay alive
In 1845
Ah the youngest of us left to sail away sail away
The youngest of us left to sail away
There wasn’t any reason left for him to stay
The youngest of us left to sail away sail away
The youngest of us left to sail away
Every day is just like the others
No spuds left for meself or me brothers
All of us begging to stay alive
In 1845
Every day is just like the others
No spuds left for meself or me brothers
All of us begging to stay alive
In 1845
Ah me mother’s hangin washin on the line on the line
Me mother’s hanging washing on the line
There’s a grand breeze blowin and there’s plenty of dryin
Me mother’s hanging washin on the line on the line
Me mother’s hangin washing on the line
Ah me mother’s hangin washin on the line on the line
Me mother’s hanging washing on the line
There’s a grand breeze blowin and there’s plenty of dryin
Me mother’s hanging washin on the line on the line
Me mother’s hangin washing on the line