Song parody of
The Fields of Dunbar
by Everett Darling
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From the top of this hill
We were brought down low
Never lo, to return to you
Lost count of the slain
In that September rain
On along, never coming home
We counted the tears
Between Tyne and Wear
Marched along, Durham growing near
Kept in the kirk, 3,000 bodies hurt
Half of us destined for the dirt
Some set sail and some dug trenches
Some in mines and all indentured
Some remained and all remembered
Some were lost and soon forgotten
And the fields of Dunbar, they grow slowly
Through cold, dreamless nights
We burned everything in sight
To keep warm, not to do harm
But it just goes to show
If you really want to know
That the victor alone gets his story told
Some set sail and some dug trenches
Some in mines and all indentured
Some remained and all remembered
Some were lost and soon forgotten
And the fields of Dunbar, they grow slowly
Some set sail and some dug trenches
Some in mines and all indentured
Some remained and all remembered
Some were lost and soon forgotten
And the fields of Dunbar, they grow slowly
From the top of this hill
We were brought down low
Never lo, to return to you
Lost count of the slain
In that September rain
On along, never coming home
We counted the tears
Between Tyne and Wear
Marched along, Durham growing near
Kept in the kirk, 3,000 bodies hurt
Half of us destined for the dirt
Some set sail and some dug trenches
Some in mines and all indentured
Some remained and all remembered
Some were lost and soon forgotten
And the fields of Dunbar, they grow slowly
Through cold, dreamless nights
We burned everything in sight
To keep warm, not to do harm
But it just goes to show
If you really want to know
That the victor alone gets his story told
Some set sail and some dug trenches
Some in mines and all indentured
Some remained and all remembered
Some were lost and soon forgotten
And the fields of Dunbar, they grow slowly
Some set sail and some dug trenches
Some in mines and all indentured
Some remained and all remembered
Some were lost and soon forgotten
And the fields of Dunbar, they grow slowly
