From: Adam Flinton 

Jeff Shultz wrote:
> On Tue, 29 Mar 2005 20:33:05 -0500, Gary Britt wrote:
>
>
>>There was a great old country song about it in the 50's early 60's.  That
>>went something like:
>>
>>We fired our guns and the British kept a com'in, There wasn't as many as
>>there was a while ago, We fired once more and they began a run'in, On down
>>the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
>>
>>Well they ran through the briars and the ran through the brambles And they
>>ran through the places where the rabbits couldn't go, They ran so fast
>>that the hounds couldn't catch 'em, On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
>>Mexico.
>
>
> We always played that song at the local club on C&W night when we had some
> Brits visiting (who we knew would do little more than get vocally annoyed).
>
Bit like singing "gone to america?"

"Married him in April, lost him in July Listen to my story and I'll
tell you why They said that he'd been poaching and stealing wine They said
I wouldn't see him for a long long time They said he's gone to America
To work the land that some called Virginia They said he's gone to America

Married him in April, lost him in July They took him as their prisoner then
told me why They said they had sent him where poachers go I asked if I
could see him but they said no They said he's gone to America
To work the land that some called Virginia They said he's gone to America

Married him in April, lost him in July Curse the men who took him, curse
their wicked lie Tonight they saw him poaching and stealing wine Was the
night he took comfort in these arms of mine But now he's gone to America
To work the land that some called Virginia They said he's gone to America
Married him in April, lost him in July "


Ah to live in a penal colony for rejects from society...

I suppose it's better than Oz though

Adam

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