I´ll Be coming home no more

Farewell to barn and stack and tree

Farwell to Severn shore

Terence look your last at me

For I come home no more

The sun burns on the half-mown hill

By now the blood is dried

And Maurice amongst the hay lies still

And my knife is in his side

Farewell to Severn shore

Cause I´ll be coming home no more

Farewell to Severn shore

Cause I´ll be coming home no more

My mother thinks us long away

This time the field were mown

She had two sons at rising day

To nigth she´ll be alone

And here a bloody hand to shake

And man here´s my goodbye

We´ll sweat no more on seythe and rake

My bloody hand and I

Farewell to Severn shore

Cause I´ll be coming home no more

Farewell to Severn shore

Cause I´ll be coming home no more