Come Ye Midrealm
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Charles of Whithorse |
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We march. We march. We march to war Come ye bards and sing thy songs To the beating drum and the Dragon's roar When the din of war is gone For the crown we'll fight and die At the fires, our memories feed Come sound the horn and raise the cry! With tales of all our hero's deeds |
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Come valiant ones in armour bright. Thy foes will quail at the sight As thy ranks pour o're the hills To crush them all, their blood to spill Come spears and pole arms gather round Charge to battle when horns sound Thy thrust be true their lives to take Upon thy points their lines will break. Come Archers, all with shafts so keen The finest bowmen to be seen The very air thy arrows hue As they with speed, do strike so true. Come Rapier fighters, blades of steel Thy skill the foe will surely feel The Crown commands thy best to do, So press them hard and pierce them through. |
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