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| He slurs in whiskey madness, waves his musket in the air. Says he'd rather shoot a red man than the marten or the deer. The furrier and the fishermen, they breathe a fiery hate. Comes the good man Major Cartwright but the hero comes too late. Hazel eyes survey the movement of the frozen-whiskered men marching slowly up the Exploits in the winter, 1810. All their hopes turn to the future but the past has laid their fate. Comes the brave Lieutenant Buchan but the hero comes too late. |
In the Spring of 1819 |
![]() Listen to the song: Play To download the full song click here Music and Lyrics by: Jef White Vocals: Jef White Acoustic and Electric Guitars: Jef White Conga Drum: Jef White Bass Guitar: Kim Ladd Drums: Manny Hussey Engineering and Programming: Mark Hussey and Wayne Taylor Produced and Arranged by: Jef White |
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| Words and music by Jef White © 1995 |