The Lads In Their Hundreds Cifras

[Chorus]
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The lads in their hundreds
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The lads in their hundreds
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The lads in their hundreds
 
[Verse]
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The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,
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There’s men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
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The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
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And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old. (the lads in their hundreds)
 
[Verse]
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There’s chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,
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And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,
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And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart,
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And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.
 
[Chorus]
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The lads in their hundreds
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The lads in their hundreds
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The lads in their hundreds
 
[Verse]
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I wish I could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
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The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern;
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And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell
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And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
 
[Chorus]
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The lads in their hundreds
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The lads in their hundreds
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The lads in their hundreds
 
[Verse]
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But now you may stare as you like and there’s nothing to scan;
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And brushing your elbow unguessed at and not to be told
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
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The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
 
[Chorus]
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The lads in their hundreds
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The lads in their hundreds
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The lads in their hundreds
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