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Now he is leaving and we're on our own |
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Soldiers of Prussia will conquer the throne |
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From the windmill of Brye I will see how they die |
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And when Europe is freed yeah the Frenchmen will bleed |
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Ney cannot help him he's too far away |
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Is this the reason for Napoleon's delay |
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Now they move to attack, no mistake we must make |
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For our freedom we fight, strike with all of our might |
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I - hear the canons from afar |
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Mine - is Ligny and Quatre Bras |
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The Prussian troops are giving way - no retreat |
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They must face their defeat |
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Before the night falls we will be - we will be |
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Sole survivors in Ligny |
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His own intervention will not save their lives |
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Ligny's on fire, more artillery arrives |
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One last counter-attack we have now driven back |
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It's Gerard and the Guard who are hitting them hard |
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Die - for a realm that's doomed to fail |
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I - am the one that they will hail |
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The Prussian troops are giving way - no retreat |
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They must face their defeat |
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Before the night falls we will be - we will be |
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Sole survivors in Ligny |
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A shot at his horse sent him down to the ground |
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Buried by his own beast in the mud |
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Injured and reeling he's borne from the field |
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Their offensive now under control |
