following the drum

作词 : a harlot

作曲 : a harlot

Once I slept on a feather bed

with blankets woven warm

Now I'm glad to lay my head

On a cloak that's old and torn

So sing with me a merry catch

As summer days will come

My love, he is a soldier boy.

So I'm following the drum.

With a pat-a-pat-a-tat

And a rattle and a scrat

And the beat of a marching song

I'm ragged and I'm worn and my hose are torn.

[(-Do you need a ride?

My offer still stand.

Like I said, first one for free.

-Think like a whore.

How much can you get?

-A guinea.

-For what?

Sell me your charms.

-I offer you love.

-Then you're a fool.

For a harlot, that doesn't exist.

-Then I have nothing.

Hunger in my stomach and a mouth full of breeze.

-Here's tuppence.

-What's that for?

-Your company. )

I'm lame and tired before my time

And still I follow him along

Oh, I lame and tired

But still I smile

And so I follow him...

(-I want your forgiveness.

-Eight shillings. )

(-This city is made of our flesh,

every beam, every brick.

We'll have our piece of it.)