| Your father told me I can stay
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| But he mistrusts my unfamiliar ways
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| He wants to use the things I’ve learnt
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| Six hundred years of knowledge sorely earned
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| But if we can stay together
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| I don’t mind the things he tells me
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| Of defending him in mutiny
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| I don’t care, if you’re there, I don’t care
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| On the farms they’ve made a stand
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| Against the hated iron hands, they’re uniting
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| They’re backed by everyone in town
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| And I must ride to beat them down, how they’re fighting
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| But I understand their cause
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| To fight against the laws, they’re right
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| I promised to defend your father to the end and fight
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| The hatred’s there in their eyes
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| They’ll break his might
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| It’s no surprise if they do it
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| But I must take the other side
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| And somehow learn to stand and fight
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| And come through it
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| Though there’s little chance
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| That I beat bow and lance, I must
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| Our love drives me on
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| For you’re the only one I can trust |