| Heard of a land held by untroubled hand
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| Where the whisky runs cold
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| Don’t you dare go ask the newsman ‘cause he’ll tell you everything
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| He don’t know
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| She was a child of the second American Revolution
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| Strong girl with a stones constitution
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| When she fell into the hands of the enemy
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| She touch her hand and sank her ankles deep
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| So go riddle me over
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| I’m a man got nothing to show for
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| My work in the ground
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| In this here London town
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| So go riddle me over
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| I’m a man got nothing to show for
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| My work in the ground
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| Got my back to the fire but it ain’t the bridges that are burnin' down
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| Ophelia used to swim in the rain
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| Ain’t nothing she’d rather do
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| I was besides myself when the news had came
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| And it had nothing to do with you
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| They said they would never fight no more
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| After the day she went away
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| What in the world are we all askin' for?
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| If we don’t give they’re gonna take
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| So go n' riddle me over
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| I’m a man got nothing to show for
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| My work in the ground
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| In this here London town
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| So go n' riddle me over
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| I’m a man got nothing to show for
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| My work in the ground
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| Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground
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| But it ain’t the bridges that are falling
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| Go n' riddle me over
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| I’m a man got nothing to show for
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| My work in the ground
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| Go ahead and go and riddle me over
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| But it ain’t the bridges that are falling down x5 |