| And the swamp was a desolate, treeless bog
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| Useless rat hole in the back of beyond
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| One day came a tractor along came a greed man
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| To start the draining, to tear the turf out of it’s bed
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| Splash, splash, splash went the bog
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| Crash, crash, crash went the rig
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| Crossing the swamp there was a tuft he had to cross
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| And beneath the turf mat there was a home of an ugly troll
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| So woke up the Swamplord who was the guardian of the bog
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| Horror over the man as he heard the sound of a rumbling voice
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| Who’s that wading on my swamp?
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| Swampwar the time has come to stop the deprivation
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| Swampwar we have to accept instead of domination
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| Swampwar the time has come to stop the deprivation
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| Swampwar we have to accept instead of domination
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| Hahaa Now I’m going to gobble you up!
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| Snip, snap, snout!
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| This tale is told out
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| Swampwar the time has come to stop the deprivation
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| Swampwar we have to accept instead of domination
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| Swampwar the time has come to stop the deprivation
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| Swampwar we have to accept instead of domination |