Heard of a land held by a troubled hand
Where the whisky runs cold
Don't you dare go ask the newsman ‘cause he'll tell you everything
He don't know
She was a child of the second American Revolution
Tall girl with a stone's constitution
When fell into the hands of the enemy
She touched her hand and sank her ankles deep
So go riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
In this here London town
So go riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
Got my back to the fire but it ain't the bridges that are falling down
Ophelia used to swim in the rain
Ain't nothing she'd rather do
I was beside myself when the news had came
And it had nothing to do with you
They said they would never fight no more
After the day she went away
What in the world are we all asking for?
If we don't give he's sure to take
So go n' riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
In this here London town
So go n' riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground
But it ain't the bridges that are falling
Go n' riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
Go ahead and go and riddle me over
But it ain't the bridges that are falling down ×5
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