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journey across a plain in a meadow field
with a sword and shield n my hands
fo im searching for new lands
we will cross rivers
feasting on nothing but liver
of the fish we captured
we will never starved
for the land provided
we will never be short sighted
for our heads are raised high
to the skies in the meadow
we continue to march
we never slouch
our captain is a grouch
so we continue to march without a sound
our boots hits the ground
we raise are arms
as we slowly sway to the drums
we are here in a new home
- chris
with a sword and shield n my hands
fo im searching for new lands
we will cross rivers
feasting on nothing but liver
of the fish we captured
we will never starved
for the land provided
we will never be short sighted
for our heads are raised high
to the skies in the meadow
we continue to march
we never slouch
our captain is a grouch
so we continue to march without a sound
our boots hits the ground
we raise are arms
as we slowly sway to the drums
we are here in a new home
- chris