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alistair hulett and dave swarbrick - john maclean and agnes wood كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
john maclean and agnes wood were lovers twa within one bower
she gi’ed him strength tae carry on when he gaed through his darkest hour

john was cast intae prison strang for speakin’ oot in the fight for peace
and it fell doon tae agnes wood tae raise the cry for his release

when he came hame tae a hero’s welcome she thocht the nightmare was at an end
but john resolvеd tae sodger on and though she bеgged him he wadna bend

[verse 2]
said agnes wood tae john maclean, i lo’e ye dear as i lo’e my life
but if ye’ll no’ be a husband tae me i’ll no’ continue tae be yer wife

agnes this thing that ye demand is mair nor ocht than i e’er could gi’e
scotland’s cry for revolution tak’s higher place than my love for thee

if scotland’s cry for revolution tak’s higher place than yer love for me
till fishes fly and seas run dry ye’ll ha’e nae mair o’ my company

and slowly, slowly she’s got up and slowly she’s gone doon the stair
john cried oor in grief and woe, fareweel my ain love forever mair

[verse 3]
john hit the street like a tornado, fower years he burned like shooting star
hands off ireland! hands off russia! then he fell in wi’ erskine of mar
erskine of mar was a high born n0ble, won ower by chance tae the workers’ cause
less like a tree than a leaf in autumn that’s tossed aboot by ony wind that blaws

thus lesser men gained lenin’s ear and syne became lenin’s gramophone
the mair john tried tae rail against them the mair he found they had ears of stone

[verse 4]
by 1920 he’s back in prison a twelve month stretch wi’ the young mcshane
when john came oot mcshane was gone, noo red clyde’s hero was a’ his lane

ostracised by his former comrades, driven deep into poverty
john turned once mair tae his ain dear agnes, i need ye noo love if ye need me

oh john my man, i could ne’er refuse ye. i’ve waited lang for this very day
and she’s come hame tae her ain guid man, and in his airms she gladly lay

but o’er three months were passed and ower, cauld winds of death gart these lovers pairt
his dochter nan did proudly scrieve, ‘they broke his body but not his hairt

- alistair hulett and dave swarbrick

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