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Archers Make Ignoble Foemen


Lyrics: Anonymous           
Music: Ode to Joy


Archers make ignoble foemen,
Shoot at you then run away.
Gosh darned feather-plucking bowmen
They're the ones I love to slay.

Run and chase them, axe and mace them,
Grind them into fine paté.
God made archers just to bug me
Geez, I wish they'd go away.

Slay them

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