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Lyrics for Tarpaulin Jacket by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Tarpaulin Jacket | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 205 | | | | Lyrics: | The Tarpaulin Jacket
(words attributed to G. J. Whyte-Melville (1821-1878);air by Charles
Coote)
A tall stalwart lancer lay dying,
And as on his deathbed he lay,
To his
friends who around him were sighing,
These last dying words he did say:
cho:
Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket
And say a poor buffer lies low;
And
six stalwart lancers shall carry me
With steps solemn, mournful and
slow.
Had I the wings of a little dove,
Far far away would I fly; I'd
fly
Straight for the arms of my true love
And there I would lay me and
die.
cho:
Then get you two little white tombstones
Put them one at my
head and my toe, my toe,
And get you a penknife and scratch there:
"Here lies a poor
buffer below."
cho:
And get you six brandies and sodas,
And set them all
out in a row, a row,
And get you six jolly good fellows
To drink to this buffer
below.
cho:
And then in the calm of the twilight
When the soft winds are
whispering low, so low,
And the darkening shadows are falling,
Sometimes think of this
buffer below.
cho:
From the Scottish Students Songbook, 1929 edition.
A
highly derivative (Prisoner's Song, Unfortunate Rake), highly
parodied (The Dying Airman, The
Dying Skier, even Fiddlers Green) song
that's still current in the armed forces.
Also see
DYINGAIR, FIDGREEN
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