Текст песни Saint Stephen's End - The Felice Brothers
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                about 
                                                Saint 
                                                Stephen's 
                                                end,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                they 
                                                stoned 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                river 
                                                bend?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                sun,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                was 
                                                young.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                elephant?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ran 
                                                wild 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                circus 
                                                tent,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Killed 
                                                    a 
                                                crowd 
                                                of 
                                                ten,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                they 
                                                shot 
                                                him 
                                                dead.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                Mary, 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                cry,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                lay 
                                                your 
                                                weary 
                                                hand 
                                                in 
                                                mine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                about 
                                                Edith 
                                                Cavell
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                firing 
                                                line 
                                                she 
                                                fell?
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                Belgian 
                                                night,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                dress 
                                                of 
                                                white.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                Mary, 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                cry,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                lay 
                                                your 
                                                weary 
                                                hand 
                                                in 
                                                mine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                swing 
                                                low 
                                                and 
                                                softly 
                                                down,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                lend 
                                                me 
                                                your 
                                                ear.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                about 
                                                Saint 
                                                Peter's 
                                                crown,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                they 
                                                crucified 
                                                him 
                                                upside 
                                                down?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                air,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                was 
                                                fair.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                Mary, 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                cry,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                lay 
                                                your 
                                                weary 
                                                hand 
                                                in 
                                                mine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                swing 
                                                low 
                                                and 
                                                softly 
                                                down,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                lend 
                                                me 
                                                your 
                                                ear, 
                                                Mary 
                                                dear.
 
                                    
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