Hey come away What see my eyes Ill thoughts on my mind These bitter days
We move undercover As crowds deliver The crown to the foul and the dumb
Day come again Pray save my son From the trench and the gun These wicked days
The masses are cradled and fed They've long lost the use of their heads We are fading fast Our numbers are failing at last So let's kill the king once again
Speak not again Know you my heart As we stand worlds apart These troubled days
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