Lyrics Rolling English Rd (ww) - Maddy Prior
                                                Before 
                                                the 
                                                Roman 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                Rye 
                                                or 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                Seven 
                                                strode
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rolling 
                                                English 
                                                drunkard 
                                                made 
                                                the 
                                                rolling 
                                                English 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                reeling 
                                                road, 
                                                    a 
                                                rolling 
                                                road, 
                                                that 
                                                rambles 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                shire
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                after 
                                                him 
                                                the 
                                                parson 
                                                ran, 
                                                the 
                                                sexton 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                squire
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                merry 
                                                road, 
                                                    a 
                                                mazy 
                                                road, 
                                                and 
                                                such 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                did 
                                                tread
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                night 
                                                we 
                                                went 
                                                to 
                                                Birmingham 
                                                by 
                                                way 
                                                of 
                                                Beachy 
                                                Head
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                no 
                                                harm 
                                                of 
                                                Bonaparte 
                                                but 
                                                plenty 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                squire
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                for 
                                                to 
                                                fight 
                                                the 
                                                Frenchman 
                                                    I 
                                                did 
                                                not 
                                                much 
                                                desire
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                did 
                                                bash 
                                                their 
                                                bagonettes 
                                                because 
                                                they 
                                                came 
                                                arrayed
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                straighten 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                crooked 
                                                road 
                                                an 
                                                English 
                                                drunkard 
                                                made
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                went 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                lane 
                                                with 
                                                ale 
                                                mugs 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                night 
                                                we 
                                                went 
                                                to 
                                                Glastonbury 
                                                by 
                                                way 
                                                of 
                                                Goodwin 
                                                Sands
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                sins 
                                                they 
                                                were 
                                                forgiven 
                                                him; 
                                                or 
                                                why 
                                                do 
                                                flowers 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                Behind 
                                                him; 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                hedges 
                                                all 
                                                strengthening 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sun?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wild 
                                                thing 
                                                went 
                                                from 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                right 
                                                and 
                                                knew 
                                                not 
                                                what 
                                                was 
                                                which
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                wild 
                                                rose 
                                                was 
                                                above 
                                                him 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                found 
                                                him 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ditch
 
                                    
                                
                                                God 
                                                pardon 
                                                us, 
                                                not 
                                                harden 
                                                us; 
                                                we 
                                                did 
                                                not 
                                                seen 
                                                so 
                                                clear
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                night 
                                                we 
                                                went 
                                                to 
                                                Banochburn 
                                                by 
                                                way 
                                                of 
                                                Brighton 
                                                Pier
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                friends, 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                go 
                                                again 
                                                to 
                                                ape 
                                                an 
                                                ancient 
                                                rage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                turn 
                                                the 
                                                folly 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                youth 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                shame 
                                                of 
                                                age
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                walk 
                                                with 
                                                clearer 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                ears 
                                                this 
                                                path 
                                                that 
                                                wandereth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                see 
                                                undrugged 
                                                in 
                                                evening 
                                                light 
                                                the 
                                                decent 
                                                inn 
                                                of 
                                                death
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                there 
                                                is 
                                                good 
                                                news 
                                                yet 
                                                to 
                                                hear 
                                                and 
                                                fine 
                                                things 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                seen
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                we 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                Paradise 
                                                by 
                                                way 
                                                of 
                                                Kensal 
                                                Green
 
                                    
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