The Warlike Lads Of Russia Lyrics & Chords By Show Of Hands

I was brought up in Yorkshire and when I was sixteen Oh I ran away to London and a soldier I became Chorus With me fine cap and feather, likewise me rattling drum They learned...read more

Please do not go How much I love you You never know Come back baby Talk it over one more time Love you woman You know that I do Love you baby All the way through Come back...read more

Where've yer bin, Dick? Selling papers Who for? Liza Bell What she gi' yer? Nowt but ha'pennies Were it worth it? Were it hell Where've yer bin Dick? I've been courting ...read more

(Ralph McTell) I'm running up a spiral staircase, Drilling a hole in the ground. And the staicase is winning, And my head is spinning, And I don't even dare to look round. ...read more

The lights have gone dim, And the people are gone. And clown goes back into his caravan. Hangs up his smile On a hook by the door And lets his ragged coat slip to the floor. ...read more