Song Description
era piece from the scottish 1800's about going off to war and not coming back
| Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1800 - 1899 |
Lyrics
now listen lads, as i tell a story plainly, of a man who has since been forgotten. and think upon yourselves and the fathers of your fathers, for this tale is their tale forgotten.
there came a time when they turned the plough to pike heads and the red clay below started running, and all the lads went to to heed the trumpets calling and they all left their loves a'sing'n.
forget me nots she gave to me upon the trumpets callin, what she dont know is if i stay on this hill will our name die rotten.
the one who stayed thought himself to be a coward for his heart was of soil not of powder, for courage lies not only in a banner but a name without tombstone flowers
So all the lads, yes all but one, went off to the call of battle, and all the lassies, yes all but one, lied awake to greet empty saddles.
so if you go, to find a name forgotten, make your way to the fields of grapeshot. and there you'll find that your love is not forgotten, for the field is abloom with forget me nots
forget me nots she gave to me upon the trumpets calling, what she dont know is if i stay on this hill will our name die rotten