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Currently Playing: Leslie Fish - Danny Deever [HQ]

The Undertaker's Horse track 15. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs. Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_undertakers_horse/ Find more of Leslie Fish's music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lyrics: "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out," the Colour-Sergeant said. "What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade. "I'm dreading what I've got to watch," the Colour-Sergeant said. For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play, The Regiment's in hollow square—they're hangin' him today; They've taken off his buttons and they've cut his stripes away, And they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'. "What makes the rear-rank breathe so hard?" said Files-on-Parade. "The bitter cold, the bitter cold," the Colour-Sergeant said. "What makes the front-rank man fall down?" said Files-on-Parade. "A touch of sun, a touch of sun," the Colour-Sergeant said. For they're hangin' Danny Deever, they're marchin' him around, They've halted Danny Deever by his coffin on the ground; He'll swing in half a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound— O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'! "His cot was right-hand cot to mine," said Files-on-Parade. "He's sleepin' out and far to-night," the Colour-Sergeant said. "I've drunk his beer a score of times," said Files-on-Parade. "He's drinkin' bitter beer alone," the Colour-Sergeant said. For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark him in his place, He shot a comrade sleepin'—you must look him in the face; Nine hundred of his county and the Regiment's disgrace— O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'! "What's that so black against the sun?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny fightin' hard for life," the Colour-Sergeant said. "What's that that whimpers overhead?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny's soul that's passin' now," the Colour-Sergeant said. For they've done with Danny Deever, you can hear the quickstep play, The Regiment's in column, and they're marchin' us away; Ho! the young recruits are shakin', aye, they'll want their beer today, After hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.