Verse 1 The lanterns are low and the landlord is sweeping The benches are pushed to the wall There's frost on the window and nobody's sleeping Though the fire's half gone in the hall I've carried this lute since I couldn't yet hold it Through pogrom and plough and through town And I'll not be carried out quietly, cold So one more before the light's down Chorus One more round, one more round Fill the cup and pass it down Every soul that ever drowned Sing it back to me One more round, one more round Dawn is coming, hold your ground Sing me home the whole way down One more round for me Verse 2 I've sung for the laird and I've sung for the beggar I've sung where the silver was thin I've sung to a girl who could soften the weather And never once softened for him So lift up your voices, you lads and you lasses You'll all be a story some day And the song that they keep isn't gold and it isn't the grief — It's the chorus you gave away Chorus Bridge (spoken-sung, near whisper over single lute) The door's on the latch and the morning is grey And my hands are too old for the strings But I've one more march in me, so let it be played And let the whole valley sing Final chorus — full room, off-mic gang vocals Outro — the chorus keeps going a beat after the music stops, then boots on cobbles, a door, wind.
