Ballad

Lyrics
O what is that sound which so thrills the ear Down in the valley drumming, drumming? Only the scarlet soldiers, dear The soldiers coming O what is that light I see flashing so clear Over the distance brightly, brightly? Only the sun on their weapons, dear As they step lightly O what are they doing with all that gear What are they doing this morning, morning? Only their usual manoeuvres, dear Or perhaps a warning O why have they left the road down there Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling? Perhaps a change in their orders, dear Why are you kneeling? O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care Haven't they reined their horses, horses? Why, they are none of them wounded, dear None of these forces O is it the parson they want, with white hair Is it the parson, is it, is it? No, they are passing his gateway, dear Without a visit O it must be the farmer that lives so near It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning? They have passed the farmyard already, dear And now they are running O where are you going? Stay with me here! Were the vows you swore deceiving, deceiving? No, I promised to love you, dear But I must be leaving O it's broken the lock and splintered the door O it's the gate where they're turning, turning; Their boots are heavy on the floor And their eyes are burning
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Credits
- Writers
- W.H. Auden