| Over the ground
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| There comes a sound
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| It is the drum, drum, drum of hoof-beats in the sand.
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| Quiver with fear
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| If you are near
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| It is the thunder of the «Shadow"and his band.
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| And all who plunder learn to understand, to understand:
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| The cry of Ho!
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| So we sing as we are riding
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| Ho!
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| It’s a time you best be hiding Low,
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| It means the Riffs are abroad,
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| Go,
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| Before you’ve bitten the sword.
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| Ho!
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| That’s the sound that comes to warn you.
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| So!
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| In the night or early morning, you know,
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| If you’re the «Red Shadow’s"foe,
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| The Riffs will strike with a blow,
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| That brings you woe.
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| Ho!
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| So we sing as we are riding
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| Ho!
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| It’s a time you best be hiding Low,
|
| It means the Riffs are abroad,
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| Go,
|
| Before you’ve bitten the sword.
|
| Ho!
|
| That’s the sound that comes to warn you.
|
| So!
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| In the night or early morning, you know,
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| If you’re the «Red Shadow’s"foe,
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| The Riffs will strike with a blow,
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| That brings you woe. |