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Before the cruel war was on, I was so strong. |
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Now I am gaunt and drawn, now I am dying. |
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And now the cruel war is on, she brings me a son, |
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And I know some foreign one has been with her, lying. |
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I know by his cradle cry, I know by his whine, |
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I know by the black of his eye, he's no son of mine. |
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Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready, |
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Though there's no warlike bone in all my body. |
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Though there's no warlike bone in all my body, |
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Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready. |
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Be ready, be ready, I must be ready. |
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Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready. |
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But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow? |
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How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung? |
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I'll give you the grip of my hand, I'll give you my word, |
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He will come to his end on the end of your sword. |
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I'll give you my grip and word, you will be ready. |
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I'll give you my grip and word, you will be ready. |
