In a filthy, dusty street |
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a little black-eyed, dark-haired girl lies, |
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Dark-red blood in curly hair |
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I am British, bold in daylight, |
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brave soldier in Palestine. |
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But in twilight, a lonesome lad, |
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a lad, who lacks his mother's care. |
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My sin is great, my sister dear, |
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swear I can, no intent was it. |
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As a knife it sheared my heart. |
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It tore my heart, my sister sweet. |
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Please forgive me, please forgive me, |
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my little one, I'm very sad. |
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I was just aiming at your dad. |
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