| Goodby my love, I leave my fate to the king.
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| I must be off to battle, fortune it may bring.
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| Fortune for the nobles. |
| Death and Pain, life will be sold.
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| Goodby my love, I must fight and I may die.
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| The king is calling, I must obey, why do we have to kill.
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| The Reaper laughs, I hear him still.
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| Screams above the battlefield.
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| Steel and Blood a fate is sealed.
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| The harvester of Death is out.
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| Can’t you hear him scream aloud.
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| Into the battle, into the battle.
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| Can’t you hear the screams from Flodden Hill.
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| September the 3rd of fifteen thirteen.
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| We met the English at Flodden Hill. |