| Who can shoot the golden arrow?
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| And who can bend the magic bow?
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| Men that can shoot the golden arrow
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| He will, and then marry the beautiful queen
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| For days, the contest went on
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| The queen impatiently said:
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| «For no woman found to be strong enough
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| To pull the magic arrow back»
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| And the queen said, who, who
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| Who can shoot the golden arrow?
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| Who can bend the magic bow?
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| I wanna know
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| Men came from miles around
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| They all wanna get the queen’s hand
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| Some came by boats from across the water
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| Some came by the burning sand
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| And the queen said, who, who
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| Who can shoot the golden arrow?
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| Who can bend the magic bow?
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| I wanna know
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| The queen looked to the sky
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| She saw Little Richard comin', flyin' on a flying rug
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| He took the string and the arrow in his hand
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| And it flew to the heavens above
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| The queen said, who, who
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| I shot that golden arrow
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| You know I bent the magic bow
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| She oughta know
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| Yeah, yeah, she oughta know |