| They came from across the sea,
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| many years ago in A.D.
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| You can read all the legends from times gone by
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| How invaders were kept out with the same warcry
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| They tried to lay one of their
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| roads
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| To pave their way to their new homes
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| But maybe they could’ve built Rome in a day
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| They couldn’t take this land of ours away
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| This is our land of hope and glory
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| This is our land, you can’t take it away from us
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| This is our land of hope and glory
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| And we will never let it go
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| History always seems to repeat
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| itself
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| The aggressor trying to take another country’s wealth
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| The poor fight hard to save their land
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| But the grains taken away and put in another’s hands
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| They take from the poor the old
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| and the weak
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| And watch the wealthy run to hide in their keep
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| Never gave away nothing never gave nothing back
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| But never did this country’s backbone ever crack
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| We’ll fight in the future like our
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| fathers in the past
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| We’ll carry the battle to the invaders and make difficult their task
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| They’re raping and plundering the villages on the shore
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| Burning homelands, stealing from the poor
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| The people are beaten, the prisoners are slaves
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| Worked to their deaths, filling empty graves |