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A long, long time, years ago way back in history. |
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There lived a folk with men so bright sailing at the sea! |
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When times were rough, |
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And the weather was bad, |
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All night they fought the storm. |
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But when they made it to a pint, |
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They all began to sing! |
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Yeah, when they made it to a pint |
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They all began to sing! |
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Friends, raise your horns up high! |
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Let's drink to the sons of glory! |
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They were one! |
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With hearts so strong! |
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Far from where they belonged. |
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United stand! |
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Divided fall! |
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Wolves of the oceans were roaming: |
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From coast to coast, |
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From land to land, |
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Hitting shores of sand! |
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And from this path of history, |
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Their songs can still be heard. |
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When we gather in the pub, |
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A moment we'll be stirred: |
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When thinking of our good old men, |
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Who sacrificed their lives. |
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For our freedom, our joy, |
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A wooden pint we'll raise! |
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For our freedom, our joy, |
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A wooden pint we'll raise! |