Ray Smith - Billy

Текст с Bandcamp’a: “Billy won the silver cup At the show in 1914 The youngest piper e’er to win For he’d scarce reached 16 years Stories of the fighting men Marching proud behind the piper Filled him with a glorious greed To make his Father proud None would march before him Ever to the fore With his mates behind him He would go to war When she read his parting note His Mother called out to his Father William go put on your coat Billy’s run away They got on the Glasgow train Took the ride into the city Marched across the barrack square Enquiring for their child There was nothing they could do they said For you’ve missed him by a day There was nothing they could do they said The boy’s away None would march before him Ever to the fore With his mates behind him He would go to war When the order came to go With his pipes he climbed the ladder And striking up the battle march He entered No Man’s Land Rifle cracked and bullet sped Through tartan bag and battle tunic Where once had marched a fighting man Lay the body of a child None marched before him Ever to the fore With his mates behind him Billy went to war When he saw the body fall The sniper called out to his comrades “Hold your fire I tell you all There are children on the field” Stretcher came to bear him off Silence fell across the trenches Their rifles down their helmets doffed They watched him born away There was nothing they could do they said He’s just the first today There was nothing they could do they said The boy’s away None marched before him Ever to the fore With his mates behind him Billy went to war from Trout and Toolbox, released November 12, 2016 Ray Smith - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar Kerryn Schofield - Wooden Flute Emma Woolcock - Violin“