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I have seen the ghost of old King Richard |
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Walking through the hall as if he were alive |
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And with such an air of pain and sorrow |
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Trying to get back to the other side |
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I have heard the tale of when King Richard |
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Was granted a relic of the Holy Cross |
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But from him 'twas stolen when in prison |
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Now he's greaving for the loss |
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Oh a lack a day |
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May good fortune come his way |
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Oh a lack a lee |
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May his spirit rest in peace |
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I have seen the sword of old King Richard |
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Hanging with a scabbard at the fireside |
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Such a mighty blade of Spanish silver |
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Keen and flashing in the firelight |
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I have read the words of old King Richard |
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Standing at the walls of Jerusalem |
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When he raised his voice to exhort his people |
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Ready for the battle with the Saracen |
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Oh a lack a day |
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May good fortune come his way |
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Oh a lack a lee |
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May his spirit rest in peace |
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Oh a lack a day |
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May good fortune come his way |
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Oh a lack a lee |
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May his spirit rest in peace |
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I have seen the ghost of old King Richard |
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Walking through the hall as if he were alive |
