paroles de chanson Martinmas Time - Karan Casey
It
fell
out
upon
one
Martinmas
time
When
snow
lay
on
the
border
There
came
a
troop
of
soldiers
here
To
take
up
their
winter
quarters
And
they
road
high
and
they
rode
north
And
they
rode
o'er
the
border
And
there
they
met
with
a
nice,
little
girl
She
was
a
farmer's
daughter
Well,
they
made
her
swear
a
solemn
oath
A
salt
tear
in
her
eye
That
she
would
come
to
the
quarter
gates
When
no
one
would
her
spy
But
she's
gone
to
the
barber's
shop
And
to
the
barber's
shop
went
soon
She
made
them
cut
off
her
long,
yellow
hair
As
short
as
any
dragoon
And
she's
gone
to
the
tailor's
shop
And
dressed
in
soldier's
clothes
With
two
long
pistols
down
by
her
side
A
nice,
little
boy
was
she
And
she's
gone
to
the
quarter
gates
And
loudly
she
does
call
"There
comes
a
troop
of
soldiers
here
We
must
have
lodgings
all"
And
the
quartermaster,
he
comes
down
He
gives
her
half
a
crown
"Go
find
your
lodgings
in
the
town
Tonight
there
is
no
room"
So
she
moved
closer
to
the
gates
And
louder
she
does
call
"Room,
room,
you
gentlemen
We
must
have
lodgings
all"
And
the
quartermaster,
he
comes
down
He
gives
her
eighteen
pence
"Go
find
your
lodgings
in
the
town
Tonight
here
comes
a
wench"
So
she
took
a
pistol
from
her
side
She
blew
it
loud
and
shrill
"You're
all
very
free
with
your
eighteen
pence
You're
not
for
a
girl
at
all"
And
she
took
the
garter
from
her
knee
The
ribbon
from
her
hair
She
tied
them
'round
the
quarter
gates
A
token
she'd
been
there
And
when
they
found
that
it
was
her
They
tried
to
have
her
taken
She
slapped
her
spurs
to
her
horse's
side
She
galloped
home
a
maiden
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