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 Posted: Fri May 17th, 2019 06:34 am
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Kel

 

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Location: Brisbane, Australia
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More folk than Country, think Mumford & Sons style

Sweet Annie
Kel Abbott

Born in Newgate Prison,
Never tasted Freedom's air,
Shipped off with your mother,
To who but God knows where.
You were your mother's blessing,
A joy to have around,
For fifteen months of sailing
To Port Jackson, Sydney Town.

Landed on a foreign shore
You lived on mama's hip
She gave you love and comforting
you knew aboard the ship.
The men stayed clear of Mama
And she didn't mind at all,
She had her precious Annie
And needed nothing more.

No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai Sweet Baby Annie
You never had a chance,
Not to run wild and free in a meadow at play,
Nor to kick up your heels in a dance.
No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai Sweet Baby Annie
No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai-ay.

But twenty days in Sydney Town
Three ships came sailing in,
Eight months out of Plymouth
Sick and dying to the brim.
Mama helped the surgeon
In the makeshift hospital
It wasn't long till Annie
Took to fever, deathly ill...

No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai Sweet Baby Annie
You never had a chance,
Not to run wild and free in a meadow at play,
Nor to kick up your heels in a dance.
No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai Sweet Baby Annie
No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai-ay.

Typhus doesn't give a damn,
It kills without a care,
Ten days of fever later
Common grave and mumbled prayers.

No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai Sweet Baby Annie
You never had a chance,
Not to run wild and free in a meadow at play,
Nor to kick up your heels in a dance.
No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai sweet Sweet Baby Annie
No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai-ay.

No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai Sweet Baby Annie
No too-ra-lai, too-ra-lai-ay.



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