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Coming out into the day and all that |
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I can seeIs the red and white of the |
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King's army |
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I'll meet with them among the pine |
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I'll meet with them by noon |
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The dirge will sound on the morrow's noon |
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I was not born into this time |
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To cleave the soil or work the mine |
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I came to claim my enemy |
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And be the fox's destiny |
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I follow on in silence with a quiet heart in fear |
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I will be done before the dawn if |
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I'm found here |
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I stand up as he passes and the time has come at last |
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The prey goes down at the metals crash |
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I was not born into this time |
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To cleave the soil or work the mine |
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I came to claim my enemy |
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And be the fox's destiny |
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Kidnapped in the dead of night |
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I did no wrong, |
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I will not fight |
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It was not me, |
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I will not run |
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But I believe in what was done |
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John, John, there's something wrong |
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The guns are found and the fox is gone |
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John, John, before too long |
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It will be me they hang it on |
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So send me off to the colony shore |
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Or send me where |
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I'll laugh no more |
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I will tell none of what |
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I knowLet the hunter walk where need must go |
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John, John, there's something wrong |
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The guns are found and the fox is gone |
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John, John, before too long |
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It will be me they hang it on |
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I will tell none of what |
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I knowLet the hunter walk where need must go |
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John, John, before too long |
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It will be me they hang this on |
