Chumbawamba: 2 in 1

I courted a man from the Lancs Fusiliers
He gave me his heart and so I loved him dear
For he took me a-courting and he taught me to dance
Then he marched with the infantry over to France
He told me to wait he'd be back in a year
Now seventeen months I have wished he were here
And I'll wait no longer, I'll take what I can
So I'm learning to love with another young man

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Learning to love
Learning to love
Tired of the waiting
I'm learning to love

So I courted a man from the Royal Horse Blues
He soon had to leave and I said I'd be true
Now he's gone for his duty not seven weeks yet
So I've found a new young man to help me forget

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I courted a man from the Kent Volunteer
Now he's gone a-marching, and I wish he were here
What can I do while my love is away?
But court with a soldier from the Royal Scots Grey

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One day they'll come back and then I'll be true
For I've learnt how to love and I've learnt how to choose
To every young woman who waits at the shore
Love while you're waiting; you'll learn so much more

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William Francis, noble lord
His fortune built on sweat and sword
Built an empire tall as a hill
But he don't have fun and he never will
My, my

Sees the world so far below
And though he tries, he'll never know
Friends to greet the breaking of day
And love to pass the night away
My, my

William Francis high and dry
With his paradise denied
My, my

William Francis, lost, alone
A thousand ifs and a heart of stone
He measures his life in gain and cost
But he'll never add up the world he lost
My, my

William Francis works us hard
But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard
He cannot laugh and he cannot cry
'Cause William Francis is cold inside
My, my

William Francis high and dry
With his paradise denied
My, my

Built with lives
Remembered in plans
A history of no-ones
For the glory of just one man
Should Smith now fall
Then Taylor takes his place
We're measuring our progress
By burying our waste

Pyramids, palaces
Railways and mills
Viaducts, offices
Pipelines and canals

Bells for the architect
Ringing through the land
A hundred honest men to wash
The ink stains from his hands
For the forging of words
Comes easy as sleep
Stones for Smith & Taylor
Their memories to keep
Every maiden voyage
Leaves a widow on the shore
And every blessed spire
Sees the earth get its reward

Have a word with your patron saint
Cover up the cracks with a lick of paint
All the exits are double-locked
Because st Sebastian sways but doesn't rock

Here's to you - you put up a fight
You're the last to leave, now turn out the light
You danced to the devil and the feathery wife
Now the ordinance survey is mapping out your life

Look at the small print, it's what we agreed
Sign your name before we teach you how to read
This is the land, the land of 'Do What You're Told'
The land of the free, if you don't leave the fold
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the land of 'Do What You're Told'

I'm a celebrity - let me in here
One last jump from the end of the pier
We breached the wall, but I was too tired to run
My get up and go got up and now it's gone

Look at the small print, it's what we agreed
Sign your name before we teach you how to read
This is the land, the land of Do What You're Told
The land of the free, if you don't leave the fold
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the land of Do What You're Told
This is the land, the land of Do What You're Told
With a little lip service to breaking the mould
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the Land of Do What You're Told

(We're going on strike for twelve per cent
We're not downhearted yet
They're filming it all for a reality show
So twelve per cent we'll get)

For all those feet in ancient times
For stepping out of line
Dragging time and tide
Against the keepers of the past
The flags of class and caste
Limp upon the mast

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All your week you were someone's slave
Today you're a free man
If they tell you you can't
Then you can
You can, you can, you can

Walking high upon the hills
Rough-shod against well-heeled
A butterfly breaks upon the wheel
A compass and a cap
A sing-song and a scrap
A dotted line across the map

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Every five-barred gate my home
A place to call my own
Stone to boundary stone
For every footprint on the land
The banners and the banned
Who swayed the best-laid plans

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