Traditional, 'Blood and Gold'

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Blood and Gold

On rides the captain and three hundred soldier lads
Out of the morning mist and through the silent snow
Whistling gaily rides the captain at their head
Behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go

For when you took my gold and swore to follow me
You sold away your lives and your liberty
No more you’ll till the soil, no more you’ll work the land
No more to the dance you’ll go and take girls by the hand

Oh mother weep for your son
He has gone to kill and die

You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword
All alone by the muddy Danube shore
He gave the order for the drummers to beat the drums
That mothers all might know the life a soldier lives

Unfurl your ragged banners and raise your pale young face
You’ll all go in the fire, there’ll be no hiding place
Oh mother hear the drumbeat in the village square
Oh mother the drum's for me to go for a soldier there

Mothers, sisters, wives, weep for us
Marked as Cain we die alone

~Traditional Romanian song

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