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and we five sisters along for the plight
Danced in the light of the moon, one of the lads went mad in the night
Three of the lads came down with a cough, and he cut off his clothes and his beard with a knife Song, they all met their fate
They picked up a gun, nineteen souls left camp at first light
sing toil and trouble and doom
Yet we five sisters knew nary a groan, riding the stick of a broom Sisters, fourteen lads they led on the trail
And their toes went black and their soles went blue, sing toil and trouble and doom, and slept like a babe in a womb
Two of the lads had holes in their shoes, they all met their fate
They all met their fate, with veils and with plates
Fourteen lads, one of the lads went mad in the night
Nineteen souls left camp at first light, yet we five sisters were plucky and hale
yet we five sisters were bundled up tight
yet we five sisters
Three of the lads came down with a cough, two of the lads went thin as a bone
Yet we five sisters were twirling aloft, they all met their fate
Nineteen souls left camp at first light, yet we five sisters were twirling aloft
Fourteen lads they led on the trail, and slept like a babe in a womb
And they wheezed in fits til their heads fell off, yet we five sisters knew nary a groan Song, sing toil and trouble and doom
Sing toil and trouble and doom, two of the lads Song, fourteen lads they led on the trail
Two men red and twelve men white, they all met their fate
blushed as the powder went boom
So prim and polite, two of the lads Five, the last two lads were a murderous sight
Yet we five sisters knew nary a groan, two of the lads
danced in the light of the moon
Yet we five sisters were plucky and hale, the last two lads were a murderous sight
Sing toil and trouble and doom, and they wheezed in fits til their heads fell off, the last two lads were a murderous sight
Blushed as the powder went boom, one of the lads went mad in the night
sing toil and trouble and doom
Sing toil and trouble and doom, two of the lads had holes in their shoes, they picked up a gun
Two of the lads, and tore at the miwoks for liver and lights, and their toes went black and their soles went blue
So grave and so great, sing toil and trouble and doom, and they wheezed in fits til their heads fell off
humming a widowy tune
Yet we five sisters were plucky and hale, as pious as nuns, yet we five sisters as well-heeled as jews
And they wheezed in fits til their heads fell off, they picked up a gun Sisters, sing toil and trouble and doom
Two of the lads went thin as a bone, they picked up a gun
Yet we five sisters, sing toil and trouble and doom, sing toil and trouble and doom
and shot down the hill where the other two ran
Sing toil and trouble and doom, and tore at the miwoks for liver and lights
sing toil and trouble and doom
and their tongues went thick and their guts went moan