| Deep in the castle, back from the war
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| Back with milady and the fires burnt tall
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| Hurrah went the men down below
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| All outside was the rain and snow
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| Hear their shouts, hear their roars
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| They’ve probably had a barrel, and much, much more
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| Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea
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| Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men
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| We had to meet the enemy a mile away
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| Thunder in the air and the sky turned grey
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| Assembling the knights and their swords were sharp
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| But there wasn’t a hope in your English hearts
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| Hear our roar, hear our sound
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| We’re gonna fight until we’ve won this town
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| Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea
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| Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men
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| When the knights come along at the end of the day
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| Some are half-alive and some have run away
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| Hear our triumph, hear our roar
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| We’re gonna drink a barrel, and much, much more
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| Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea
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| Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men
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| Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea
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| Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea — yea
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| Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea
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| Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea — yea
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| Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea
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| Over the hills came the swords of a thousand |