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If I sit down, oh my, if I sit down on the black steamer
Song
1. If I sit down, chuh, if I sit down on the black steamer,
To the Czech Republic, chuh I won't get out of it.
I won't get out, I'll write my baby a sad, mournful letter,
I'm sick, my heart hurts so much it can't be cured.
2. Dry grass, chuh, dry grass no longer grows leaves,
Cannonball, chuh, cannonball, took my hand.
Then the rusty shovel of the paramedic will heal me, chuh, maj', heal me,
When they throw up that bloody earth, I'll cry on both sides.
To the Czech Republic, chuh I won't get out of it.
I won't get out, I'll write my baby a sad, mournful letter,
I'm sick, my heart hurts so much it can't be cured.
2. Dry grass, chuh, dry grass no longer grows leaves,
Cannonball, chuh, cannonball, took my hand.
Then the rusty shovel of the paramedic will heal me, chuh, maj', heal me,
When they throw up that bloody earth, I'll cry on both sides.