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We fled for our lives on a winter's eve, |
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Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. |
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The roundheads they had come this night, |
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Our gallant people ? |
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But blood in sight. |
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If we were to barter for our lives, |
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We would wind up dead. |
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This is the land where |
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I was born and bred, |
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Am I a coward to avoid being dead ? |
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These are the words of our forefathers, |
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Long ago, in a time of fear. |
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They say "what giveth returns time thee" |
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Now in this age, we will wait and see. |
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Condemn what you will in this war of worlds, |
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Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs. |
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But how do you stop a charging bull, |
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With horns of steel and a desire to cull ? |