Only remembered for what we have done

Only remembered for what we have done

The Scarlet and the Blue

Then hoorah for the Scarlet and the Blue

With the helmets a-glittering in the sun

And the bayonets flash like lightening

To the beating of a military drum

And no more will I go harvesting

Or gathering the golden corn

For I’ve took the good King’s shilling

And I’m off tomorrow morn

Snowfalls

Cruel winter cuts through like the reaper

The old year lies withered and slain

And like Barleycorn who rose from the grave

A new year will rise up again

CHORUS

And the snow falls

The wind calls

And the year turns round again

And like Barleycorn who rose from the grave

A new year will rise up again

And I’ll wager a hat full of guineas

Against all of the songs you can sing

Some day you’ll love and the next day you’ll lose,

A winter will turn into spring

CHORUS

Phoebe arise

A gleam in her eyes

And the year turns round again

And like Barleycorn who rose from the grave

A new year will rise up again

But there will come a time of great plenty

A time of good harvest and sun

Till then put your trust in tomorrow my friend

For yesterday’s over and done

CHORUS

Ploughed, sown,

Reaped and mown

And the year turns round again

And like Barleycorn who rose from the grave

A new year will rise up again

Brisk Young Ploughboy

It is of a brisk young ploughboy, a-ploughing on the plain

And his horse it stood down in yonder shade

It was down in yonder glade he went whistling to plough

And by chance there he met a pretty maid,

A pretty maid

And by chance there he met a pretty maid

And oft-times he ventured unto that yonder glade

And contented they lay amidst the shade

And the sweet bells they did ring and the nightingales did sing

All for the ploughboy and his tender maid

Tender maid

All for the ploughboy and his tender maid

So when her aged parents they did come to know

That her love he was a-ploughing on the plain

They sent for the press-gang

And pressed her love away

They sent him to the war to be slain,

To be slain

They sent him to the war to be slain

He has written home a letter the best that he knew how

Saying this cruel war shall ne’er keep us apart

While cannon loudly roar I shall keep our love secure

For my tunic button’s tight around your heart

Around your heart

For my tunic button’s tight around your heart

Rolling Home

Round goes the wheel of fortune

Don’t be afraid to ride

There’s a land of milk and honey

Waits on the other side

There’ll be peace and there’ll be plenty

You’ll never need to roam

When we go rolling home,

when we go rolling home

CHORUS

Rolling home,

When we go rolling home