Le Déserteur English translation copyright © 1983 James Prescott Your Majesty the King, I'm writing you a letter, Though you might hear me better, if you could hear me sing. There just came through my door, my army papers warning, We leave on Monday morning, we march away to war. Well, I don't fit your plan, I must refuse the shilling, For I'm no longer willing, to kill my fellow man. Your Majesty, I say, with due consideration, It's my determination, I will desert today. I've seen my father die, I've seen my sisters grieving, My older brothers leaving,...
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