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We left you in pastures rarely seen holding out the fortress for a while |
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Everyone knew why the calm had been, keeping friends among you saves a fight |
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In the dead of the night there was movement and shadows |
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Attacking the women and taking the gold |
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The men were away and no one could hear them |
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They still cry today when the story is told |
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High on a mountain out searching for gold |
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Men have had warning of scriptures fortold |
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Turn around and fight for freedom you can hear the people screaming |
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Calling all the heroes, they're shooting up the town boys |
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The men returned to find their home destroyed, people rushing round with scars of war |
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Babies crying the aged wounded mourned, calling out for someone to hear their prayers |
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Five miles away were the theives and the bandits |
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Laughing and joking sickly and crude |
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They didn't know that the men had come back home |
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they didn't know they were being persued |
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High on a mountain the men looked below |
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Cooked up a plan that would outwit their foe |
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They scrambled down the mountain shooting reclaimed all the bandits looted |
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Calling all the heroes they're shooting up the town boys. |
