Текст песни rogers stan - Harris And The Mare
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Harris and the MareBy: Stan RodgersHarris, my old friend, good to see your face againMore welcome, though, yon trap and that old mareFor the wife is in a swoon, and I am all aloneHarris, fetch thy mare and take us homeThe wife and I came out for a quiet glass of stoutAnd a word or two with neighbors in the roomBut young Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sinAnd swore the wife would leave the place with himBut the wife as quick as thought said, "No, I`ll bloody not"Then struck the brute a blow about the headHe raised his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jawAnd she fell onto the floor like she were deadNow Harris, well you know, I`ve never struck an angry blowNor would I keep a friend who raised his handI was a conscie in the war, cryin` what the hell`s this for?But I had to see his blood to be a manI grabbed him by his coat, spun him `round and took his throatAnd beat his head upon the parlor doorHe dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I`ll have your life"And he stuck me and I fell onto the floorNow blood I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eyeAs he shouted out "I`ll finish you for sure"But as the knife came down, I lashed out from the groundAnd the knife was in his breast and he rolled o`erNow with the wife as cold as clay I carried her awayNo hand was raised to help us through the doorAnd I`ve brought her half a mile, but I`ve had to rest a whileAnd none of them I`ll call a friend no moreFor when the knife came down, I was helpless on the groundNo neighbor stayed his hand, I was aloneBy God, I was a man, but now I cannot standPlease, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us homeOh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of hereIn my nine and fifty years I`ve never knownThat to call myself a man, for my loved one I must standNow Harris, fetch thy mare take us home