My Lord King,
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You stoop to betray your own people,
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And even in the eyes of God,
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Do you not relent?
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I am therefore bound by no other course
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I shall raise an army;
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Together we will march against you and your kind,
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And every born man will fight to regain his own freedom,
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And cleanse his wretched soul.
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The Battle Of Marston Moor
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| Electric Light Orchestra |
