| Hark the herald, the war drums beating. |
| Hark the call — the call to arms!
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| Sally forth and no retreating, saddle thy horse, raise the alarm!
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| The king hath decreed us knights do battle for the honour of his fair queen
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| Now we ride to meet the brutes on their own ground;
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| Mace, steel and lance has vengeance found!
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| Kill! |
| Burn! |
| Waste the wenches! |
| Hark the herald! |
| The King wants blood!
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| Deep entrenched, Lord Asquith is hiding in his fort, portcullis is down
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| Lay siege will we, and yeild will he, to declare the innocence of our queen
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| (the whore!)
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| Kill! |
| Burn! |
| Waste the wenches! |
| Hark the herald! |
| The King wants blood!
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| Women crying — Witches saying
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| Banners flying — Knights dying! |