Butterworth: A Shropshire Lad - V. The Lads in Their Hundreds-Ian Bostridge/Antonio Pappano

[ti:A Shropshire Lad - V. "The lads in their hundreds"] [ar:Ian Bostridge] [al:Requiem: The Pity of War] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]V. The Lads in Their Hundreds - Ian Bostridge/Antonio Pappano [00:00.35]Composed by：George Butterworth [00:00.71]The lads in their hundreds to [00:02.66]Ludlow come in for the fair [00:05.27]There's men from the barn and the [00:07.22]Forge and the mill and the fold [00:10.22]The lads for the girls and [00:12.00]The lads for the liquor are there [00:15.10]And there with the rest are [00:18.02]The lads that will never be old [00:25.93]There's chaps from the town and [00:27.79]The field and the till and the cart [00:30.38]And many to count are the stalwart [00:32.92]And many the brave [00:35.40]And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart [00:40.68]And few that will carry their looks [00:44.50]Or their truth to the grave [00:51.54]I wish one could know them [00:53.58]I wish there were tokens to tell [00:56.18]The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern [01:00.55]And then one could talk with them [01:02.97]Friendly and wish them farewell [01:06.09]And watch them depart on the way that [01:11.85]They will not return [01:18.83]But now you may stare as you like [01:21.60]And there's nothing to scan [01:24.08]And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told [01:29.16]They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man [01:35.18]The lads that will die in their glory and never be old