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Motherland of mine |
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Once there was a time |
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You're heart was wild and free |
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How you've born and bled |
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To be given up for dead |
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But you've given life to me |
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And, when I am still, there is a voice |
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That emanates from your mysterious hills |
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As if someone said: "Never forget me..." |
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And now, with a Boudicca Cry |
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I will fight for your life |
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Not for cross, nor for crown |
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But for the love of the land |
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You can still be seen |
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Draped in evergreen |
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Behind the iron gates |
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Beyond the uniform |
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Of lion and unicorn |
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Liberty awaits |
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And yes, maybe I'll fall |
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But mountain and moor |
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Forest and field are a part of us all |
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They're so much to lose |
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There's too much to lose |
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There's too much to lose |
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And now, with a Boudicca Cry |
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I will fight for your life |
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Not for cross, nor for crown |
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But for the love of the land |
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Chariot carry me home |
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And I will build new rings of stone |
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I'll dance from the womb |
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Until the tomb |
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I'll find me a rock |
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From which can be wrought |
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Like the arc of the sun |
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A golden torc |
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And I'll wear it for you, I'll wear it for you |
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Through, the mists of time |
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A warrioress, courageous and proud |
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Holds her hands out to mine |
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And I'm trying to reach her |
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I'm trying to reach her |
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And I say now, with a Boudicca Cry |
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I will fight for your life |
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Not for cross, nor for crown |
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But for the love, oh the love |
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With a Boudicca Cry |
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I will fight for your life |
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Not for cross, nor for crown |
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But for the love of the land... |
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(Note: Boudicca is also known as Boadicea) |
