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Now they lay his body down |
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Sad old men who run this town |
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I still recall the way |
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He led the charge and saved the day |
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Blue blood and rain |
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I can hear the bugle playin' |
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CHORUS: |
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We seen the last of Good King Richard |
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Ring out the past his name lives on |
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Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher |
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Raise up your glass to Good King John |
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While he plundered far and wide |
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All his starving children cried |
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And though we sung his fame |
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We all went hungry just the same |
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He meant to shine |
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To the end of the line |
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CHORUS |
