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Date of issue: 19.05.2020
Song language: English
The Five Sisters |
Nineteen souls left camp at first light |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, nineteen souls left camp at first light |
Two men red and twelve men white |
And we five sisters along for the plight |
Spinning a quilt on a loom |
Fourteen lads they led on the trail |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, fourteen lads they led on the trail |
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, |
thirteen, fourteen) |
When the oxen and wagons and weather did fail |
Yet we five sisters were plucky and hale |
Humming a widowy tune |
Two of the lads had holes in their shoes |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, two of the lads had holes in their shoes |
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve) |
And their toes went black and their soles went blue |
Yet we five sisters as well-heeled as Jews |
Danced in the light of the moon |
Three of the lads came down with a cough |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, three of the lads came down with a cough |
(, two,, four,, six,, eight, nine) |
And they wheezed in fits 'til their heads fell off |
Yet we five sisters were twirling aloft |
Riding the stick of a broom |
One of the lads went mad in the night |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, one of the lads went mad in the night |
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight) |
And he cut off his clothes and his beard with a knife |
Yet we five sisters were bundled up tight |
And slept like a babe in a womb |
Two of the lads went thin as a bone |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, two of the lads went thin as a bone |
(One, two, three, four, five, six) |
And their tongues went thick and their guts went moan |
Yet we five sisters knew nary a groan |
And purred like a black cat in June |
Two of the lads, they picked up a gun |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, two of the lads, they picked up a gun |
(One, two, three, four) |
And shot down the hill where the other two ran |
Yet we five sisters, as pious as nuns |
Blushed as the powder went boom! |
Boom |
The last two lads were a murderous sight |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, the last two lads were a murderous sight |
(One, two) |
And tore at the Miwoks for liver and lights |
Yet we five sisters, so prim and polite |
Sat with a napkin and spoon |
One by one, they all met their fate |
Sing toil and trouble and doom |
Yes, one by one, they all met their fate |
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, |
thirteen, fourteen) |
Fourteen lads, so grave and so great |
Yet we five sisters, with veils and with plates |
Lay down a quilt on their tomb |
One, two, three, four, five |