| We left you in pastures rarely seen holding out the fortress for a while
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| Everyone knew why the calm had been, keeping friends among you saves a fight
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| In the dead of the night there was movement and shadows
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| Attacking the women and taking the gold
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| The men were away and no one could hear them
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| They still cry today when the story is told
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| High on a mountain out searching for gold
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| Men have had warning of scriptures fortold
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| Turn around and fight for freedom you can hear the people screaming
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| Calling all the heroes, they’re shooting up the town boys
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| The men returned to find their home destroyed, people rushing round with scars
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| of war
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| Babies crying the aged wounded mourned, calling out for someone to hear their
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| prayers
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| Five miles away were the theives and the bandits
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| Laughing and joking sickly and crude
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| They didn’t know that the men had come back home
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| They didn’t know they were being persued
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| High on a mountain the men looked below
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| Cooked up a plan that would outwit their foe
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| They scrambled down the mountain shooting reclaimed all the bandits looted
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| Calling all the heroes they’re shooting up the town boys |