| With all the clarity of dream
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| The sky so blue, the grass so green
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| The rank and file and the navy blue
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| The deep and strong, the straight and true
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| The blue line they got the given sign
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| The belts and boots marched forward in time
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| The wood and the leather the club and shield
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| Swept like a wave across the battlefield
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| Now with all the clarity of dream
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| The blood so red, the grass so green
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| The gleam of spur on the chestnut flank
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| The cavalry did burst upon the ranks
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| Oh the iron will and the iron hand
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| In England’s green and pleasant land
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| No music for the shameful scene
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| That night they said it had even shocked the queen
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| Well alas we’ve seen it all before
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| Knights in armour, days for yore
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| The same old fears and the same old crimes
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| We haven’t changed since ancient times |