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Dying British Sergeant, The
Found in melnets_big_abc_file.abc
from the John Chambers abc collection

X:3590 T:Dying British Sergeant, The S:Digital Tradition, dysarge N:From Frank Warner O:America Z:dt:dysarge M:4/4 L:1/8 Q:2/4=100 W:Come all you good people where'er you be W:Who walk by the land or sail by the sea. W:Come listen to the words of a dying man, W:I think you will remember them. W: W:It was on December the eighteenth day W:That out fleet set sail for Amerikay; W:Our drums and trumpets loud did sound, W:And then for Boston we were bound. W: W:And when to Boston we did come W:We thought by the aid of our British guns W:We could make those Yankees own our British king W:And daily tribute to him bring. W: W:They said it was a garden place, W:And that our armies could with ease W:Tear down their walls, lay waste their land W:In spite of all their boasted bands. W: W:We found a garden place indeed, W:But in it grew many a bitter weed, W:Which soon cut off our highest hopes W:And slowly wound the British troops. W: W:For to our sad and sore surprise W:We saw men like grasshoppers rise. W:"Freedom or Death!" was all their cry, W:Believe they did not fear to die. W: W:When I received my deathly wound, W:I bade farewell to British ground W:My wife and children will mourn for me W:Whilst I lie cold in Amerikee. K:F A,2|D2DE F-EDE|F2G2 A3A|d2AA A2G2|F2DD D-A,A,2| DDDE F-EDE|F2G2 A3A|d3A A2G2|F3D D2||
Alternative sources for this tune:
- www.atrilcoral.com/Partituras_ABC/d.zip/d/0938
- trillian.mit.edu/~jc/music/abc/mirror/OTIS_Irish_Session/melnets_big_abc_file/03590
- trillian.mit.edu/~jc/music/abc/mirror/kirby98.fsnet.co.uk/dy/Dying_British_Sergeant_The_1/0000
- trillian.mit.edu/~jc/music/abc/mirror/konzertina.org/Dying_British_Sergeant_The/0000
- trillian.mit.edu/~jc/music/abc/mirror/melodeon.net/melnets_big_abc_file/03590