| Coming out into the day and all that I can see
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| Is the red and white of the King’s army
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| I’ll meet with them among the pine
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| I’ll meet with them by noon
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| The dirge will sound on the morrow’s noon
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| I was not born into this time
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| To cleave the soil or work the mine
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| I came to claim my enemy
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| And be the fox’s destiny
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| I follow on in silence with a quiet heart in fear
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| I will be done before the dawn if I’m found here
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| I stand up as he passes and the time has come at last
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| The prey goes down at the metals crash
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| I was not born into this time
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| To cleave the soil or work the mine
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| I came to claim my enemy
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| And be the fox’s destiny
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| Kidnapped in the dead of night
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| I did no wrong, I will not fight
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| It was not me, I will not run
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| But I believe in what was done
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| John, John, there’s something wrong
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| The guns are found and the fox is gone
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| John, John, before too long
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| It will be me they hang it on
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| So send me off to the colony shore
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| Or send me where I’ll laugh no more
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| I will tell none of what I know
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| Let the hunter walk where need must go
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| John, John, there’s something wrong
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| The guns are found and the fox is gone
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| John, John, before too long
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| It will be me they hang it on
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| I will tell none of what I know
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| Let the hunter walk where need must go
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| John, John, before too long
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| It will be me they hang this on |