The Mariner's Children
Coal
Tell my mother that I love herBut I must be on my wayTook a few things from the cupboardThat I promise to replaceLeft some money on the tableBe wise and spend it wellFor the harvest hasn't yieldedAnd there's nothing left to sellTake the children to the schoolhouseDon't let them stay up lateKiss them goodnight and make sureThere's food upon their platesFeed them properly, feed them healthilyThere's apples on the treesTell them regularly that I love themDon't let them forget meThere's no more coal forThe fire my loveBut I'll gladly burn myselfThere's nothing left forTo try my loveSo bottoms up dearHere's to your healthSongtexteThere's a bucket in the stableIn case you need it for the wellAnd a rifle in the cradleIn case the neighbours come to wish us wellI'll try to be back soonBefore the rains set inBut who knows what my fortuneWill hold What it'll bringThere's no more coal forThe fire my loveBut I'll gladly burn myselfThere's nothing left forTo try my loveSo bottoms up dearHere's to your health
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