(M-day's child is fair of face) (Drill-day's child is full of grace)
M-day's child is fair of face Drill-day's child is full of grace
Gun-day's child is breastless and blind Shell-day's child is out of its mind
Lucy picked a fight with a bumblebee The bumblebee it went and told the crow The crow it settled down in the old gum tree Sharpened all the arrows for its bow Flew across the town to the school house yard Spotted little Lucy heading home Shot her through the backpack and through the heart Maybe that'll teach her, I don't know
Lucy picked a fight with a bumblebee The bumblebee it went and told the crow The crow it settled down in the old gum tree Sharpened all the arrows for its bow Flew across the town to the school house yard Spotted little Lucy heading home Shot her through the backpack and through the heart Maybe that'll teach her, I don't know
Bomb-day's child will always be dumb Cannon-day's child can never quite come But the child that's born on Battle-day is blithe and bonny and rotted awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
