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Poor Michael lyrics
Poor Michael lyrics
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Poor Michael lyrics

There were two blackbirds up a tree

Hauling up the Arras line!

Says one of them, What do I see?

Up the line

Up the line!

What's fallen down into the sand?

What tries in vain to sit or stand?

A chunk of mineral through its knee?

Poor Michael's up to Calvary

Says the other one, Now I did hear

Hauling up the Arras line?

In Normandy that's voice ran clear

Up the line

Up the line!

Says, "That will live in gay Paris"

Singing, swinging on a spree

And kiss them French maids, one, two, three

Poor Michael's up to Calvary

That flew away with a multitude

Hauling up the Arras line!

And joined a bold and cheery crew

Up the line

Up the line

They slept in mud and wind and rain

Cursed the cold and cried in pain

Were cut down like these rowan trees

Poor Michael's up to Calvary

My memory it does reveal

Hauling up the Arras line!

That's father marching through this field

Up the line

Up the line

He's come to join his daddy dear

To lie down and to disappear

Well such a wonderful progeny

Poor Michael's up to Calvary

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