| Now he is leaving and we’re on our own
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| Soldiers of Prussia will conquer the throne
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| From the windmill of Brye I will see how they die
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| And when Europe is freed yeah the Frenchmen will bleed
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| Ney cannot help him he’s too far away
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| Is this the reason for Napoleon’s delay
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| Now they move to attack, no mistake we must make
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| For our freedom we fight, strike with all of our might
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| I — hear the canons from afar
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| Mine — is Ligny and Quatre Bras
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| The Prussian troops are giving way — no retreat
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| They must face their defeat
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| Before the night falls we will be — we will be
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| Sole survivors in Ligny
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| His own intervention will not save their lives
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| Ligny’s on fire, more artillery arrives
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| One last counter-attack we have now driven back
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| It’s Gerard and the Guard who are hitting them hard
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| Die — for a realm that’s doomed to fail
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| I — am the one that they will hail
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| The Prussian troops are giving way — no retreat
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| They must face their defeat
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| Before the night falls we will be — we will be
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| Sole survivors in Ligny
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| A shot at his horse sent him down to the ground
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| Buried by his own beast in the mud
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| Injured and reeling he’s borne from the field
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| Their offensive now under control |