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Lyrics
Oh shift thy feet, oh peasant one Pull and tug your burden Even here the sweat will gain The firm belief so Christian Evil tide of middle age The effort and the struggle Will once again devour you Carry forth and listen The work of man upon his land Guarantees an altar Of kindred psalm And flowering spring Carry on ne'er falter Carry on, oh carry on The effort and the struggle Carry on, oh carry on The effort and the struggle So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on If winter comes unseemingly Will season mark a rescue? If winter comes approvingly Will childbirth restore you? If darker days like middle age Profiteer hard labour If hunger bites the bible chill Still these days grow longer So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on Carry, carry, carry on Carry, carry, carry on Carry, carry, carry on When fields are clammed in dirty grey You know how much they hate you To sing a psalm in suffered calm Carry on as always Carry on, oh carry on The effort and the struggle Carry on, oh carry on The effort and the struggle So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on
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Credits
- Writers
- Russell Webb
- Richard Jobson