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God bless the daffodils |
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The green grass on the hills |
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And the trees that grow all around |
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God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep |
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Upon the hilly ground |
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Try not to make a sound |
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Not a sound |
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On this land we defended with our lives |
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You understand |
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There could be much pleasure |
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So stand once again to keep her divine |
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On this land |
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Someday we'll lay down to die |
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You understand |
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It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing) |
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To know that you died |
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Inside your proud home |
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God bless the daffodils |
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The green grass on the hills |
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And the trees that grow all around |
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God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep |
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Upon the hilly ground |
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Try not to make a sound |
|
Not a sound |
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On this land we defended with our lives |
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You understand |
|
There could be much pleasure |
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So stand once again to keep her divine |
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On this land |
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Someday we'll lay down to die |
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You understand |
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It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing) |
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To know that you died |
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Inside your proud home |
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On this land |
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On this land |
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On this land |
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On this land we defended with our lives |
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You understand |
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There could be much pleasure (There could be much pleasure) |
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So stand once again to keep her divine |
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On this land |
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Someday we'll lay down to die |
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You understand |
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It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing) |
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To know that you died |
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Inside your proud home |
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On this land... |
