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Werth-Williams |
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High in the hills our Palace stood so bold |
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We'd drink our fill from challices of gold |
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Oh, then we'd ride through the night, fight the foe, overthrow |
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We had right on our side |
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And from his throne the King of England's son |
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This man alone united all as one |
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Oh, he'd inspire, words of fire, glory sought, death was nought |
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We had right on our side |
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We laughed though knowing death was near |
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Forgetting wives and children dear |
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And hoping that our friends would see |
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How well we killed the enemy |
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We bloodied ruthless every sword |
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Each dedicated to our Lord |
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And tortured captives with no mind |
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To victims' widows left behind |
