| A long, long time, years ago
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| Way back in history.
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| There lived a folk with menb so bright
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| Sailing at the sea!
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| When times were rough,
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| And the weather was bad,
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| All night they fought the storm.
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| But when they made it to a pint,
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| They all began to sing!
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| — Yeah, when they made it to a pint
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| They all began to sing!
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| Friends, raise your horns up high!
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| Let’s drink to the sons of glory!
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| They were one!
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| With hearts so strong!
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| Far from where they belonged.
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| United stand!
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| Divided fall!
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| Wolves of the oceans were roaming:
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| From coast to coast,
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| From land to land,
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| Hitting shores of sand!
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| And from this path of history,
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| Their songs can still be heard.
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| When we gather in the pub,
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| A moment we’ll be stirred:
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| When thinking of our good old men,
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| Who sacrificed their lives.
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| For our freedom, our joy,
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| A wooden pint we’ll raise!
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| — For our freedom, our joy,
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| A wooden pint we’ll raise! |