| Heading into the battle
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| Against inferior foe
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| Early morning’s sea lies so silent and clear
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| Let them feel a broadside
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| From our three decker of pride
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| Let the enemy fleet shatter for the wind
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| The Man of the Hour
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| In a challenging game
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| He rose to power
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| By his family name
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| The Man of the Hour
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| In the lion’s den
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| Wielding his power
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| While dooming his men
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| With gun ports open
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| And without striking sail
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| He turned the ship around to chase the Danes away
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| The wind made the ship heel
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| Causing panic aboard
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| Cannons, men and cargo they all broke astray
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| Lower decks were flooded
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| Chaos and agony
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| The morning air was filled with an aria of cries
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| Crewmen jumped the rail now
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| Choosing ice before the fire
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| Down from powder deck they saw the smoke arise
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| Danes in confusion
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| Surprisingly greet
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| The self termination
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| Of the Swedish fleet
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| Without firing a round
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| On the stronger foe
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| They’re victory bound
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| As «The Crown» went below |