Текст песни Company Policy - Martin Carthy
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                her 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                showroom 
                                                window,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                alone 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                market 
                                                quay.
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    I 
                                                passed 
                                                her 
                                                by 
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                her 
                                                sigh
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                military 
                                                parade 
                                                came 
                                                on 
                                                TV.
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                twenty 
                                                screens 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                showroom 
                                                window,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Victors 
                                                marching 
                                                large 
                                                and 
                                                small.
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                they 
                                                wheeled 
                                                on 
                                                by 
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                her 
                                                sigh,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                and 
                                                oh 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                darling 
                                                boy.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                called 
                                                him 
                                                Jack, 
                                                they 
                                                called 
                                                him 
                                                John,
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                sat 
                                                tight 
                                                offshore.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                caught 
                                                him 
                                                cold 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heat 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                battle
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    a 
                                                South 
                                                Atlantic 
                                                company 
                                                store.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mama 
                                                told 
                                                me, 
                                                don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wed 
                                                    a 
                                                soldier
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                ever 
                                                marry 
                                                your 
                                                heart′s 
                                                delight
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                gone 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                fighting's 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                left 
                                                for 
                                                to 
                                                mourn 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                light.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Every 
                                                night 
                                                    I 
                                                dreamed 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                him,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dreamed 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                would 
                                                see 
                                                him 
                                                more.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                my 
                                                dream 
                                                his 
                                                body 
                                                come 
                                                floating
 
                                    
                                
                                                Away 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                ocean 
                                                rise 
                                                and 
                                                fall.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                not 
                                                death 
                                                that 
                                                bawled 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                alley
 
                                    
                                
                                                Came 
                                                skittering 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                love's 
                                                door.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                not 
                                                death 
                                                that 
                                                cried 
                                                and 
                                                howled
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                teeth 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                South 
                                                Atlantic 
                                                roar.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                bomb 
                                                bounding 
                                                down 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                alley,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bomb 
                                                wrapped 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                silver 
                                                shell,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bomb 
                                                that 
                                                plucked 
                                                the 
                                                face 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                love,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spread 
                                                it 
                                                wide 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                face 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                swell.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                sweet 
                                                and 
                                                soothing 
                                                showers,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breathe 
                                                upon 
                                                his 
                                                burning 
                                                head,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ease 
                                                among 
                                                his 
                                                waking 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                tears 
                                                nightly 
                                                drench 
                                                my 
                                                bed.
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                all 
                                                    a 
                                                case 
                                                of 
                                                saving 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                they 
                                                sent 
                                                my 
                                                love 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                landless 
                                                tenants
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                    a 
                                                South 
                                                Atlantic 
                                                company 
                                                store.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                landless 
                                                tenants,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                landless 
                                                poor,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                waking 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                Empire 
                                                long 
                                                gone 
                                                before.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                my 
                                                dream 
                                                    I 
                                                stand 
                                                at 
                                                Bluff,
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ve 
                                                an 
                                                empty 
                                                shell 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                ear,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                only 
                                                sound 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                cash
 
                                    
                                
                                                Being 
                                                wrung 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                snows 
                                                of 
                                                Antarctica.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ring-a-ring-a 
                                                city 
                                                roses,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Victors 
                                                march, 
                                                and 
                                                markets 
                                                bloom.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                flame 
                                                that 
                                                melted 
                                                my 
                                                love′s 
                                                cheek
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                a-dancing 
                                                the 
                                                Iron 
                                                Lady 
                                                too.
 
                                    
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