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'Twas a cold morn' in the Autumn When we went upon our way Took up arms, and kissed the ladies And their eyes begged us to stay But a land there is for winnin' And the Kingdom we defend So we pick up all our weapons In the cold October wind Oh I am John the tailor Makin' clothing is my trade And I never fought with any And I never held a blade But the enemy is comin' And we'll meet them on the field And though courage, it may leave me I swear I'll never yield And we'll march through the Autumn Though the winds may howl and roar And we'll fight to the last man 'Til we push them to the shore And our children they are cryin' But the Kingdom we defend So we pick up all our weapons In the cold October wind Letras de canciones Oh I am Sean MacKenzie I'm the smithy of this town And I just spent all my earnin's On my ladies weddin' gown But the enemy is marching We can see them 'cross the field So we'll meet them in the heather With a clash of sword and shield And we'll march through the Autumn Though the winds may howl and roar And we'll fight to the last man 'Til we push them to the shore And our boys they are all frightened But the Kingdom we defend So we'll meet them, and we'll battle In the cold October wind I'm Simon, I'm a minstrel And I'm good wi' word and song And I'll drink with any rover And I'll sing the whole night long But the enemy is chargin' And the time for song is past So I'll pray my lassie hears me As I sing my very last And we'll march through the Autumn Though the winds may howl and roar And we'll fight to the last man 'Til we push them to the shore And our soldiers they are dyin' But the Kingdom we defend 'Til the last of us has fallen In the cold October wind And our army lies in ruins Domine But I canna' say who lost Patri For we kept them from our homeland Requiem But dear God what the cost! Dear God what the cost! But the enemy was marching And the Kingdom we defend So we gather up our dyin' In nomine Patri, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti In the cold October wind Amen And we'll march through the Autumn Though the winds may howl and roar And we'll fight to the last man 'Til we push them to the shore When the enemy comes callin' 'Tis our homeland we defend Then we march back to our families In the cold October wind From Letras Mania