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After the riding we dispersed, |
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We drifted home in twos and threes. |
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Through cold and rain we spat and cursed, |
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This ancient war of families. |
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Armies past and then returned, |
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They killed and raped, they stole and burnt. |
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So from the cradle we have learnt, |
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To be as hard as stone. |
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And learned to stand alone. |
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(chorus) |
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They are gone now, the killing and disorder, |
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They're just ghosts now, the brigand and marauder. |
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And we give thanks for peace on the border, |
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We give thanks for peace on the border. |
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Cloak and dagger, crime on crime, |
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Anarchy in the borderlands. |
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The king's men came with a valentine, |
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To break to power of the border clans. |
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Some were hung, some sent away, |
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To Ireland and the low countries. |
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Great was the price they had to pay, |
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God bless their memory, |
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And god bless you and me. |
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The broken towers that stand today, |
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Stand for peace and order. |
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Reminding us until the day, |
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That we need no more borders. |
