| Roman was my childhood
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| Soft clothes and clean lines
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| Pillars and mosaics
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| Baths and fine wines
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| Law and order
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| But then they marched away
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| Never to return
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| Betrayed and deserted
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| At the mercy of the wars
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| Mercenaries of Vortigern
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| Fearless of laws
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| Crossed the seas
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| Hundreds upon hundreds
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| To dispossess me
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| To rob my native land
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| To rob me of my land
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| They think we have become an easy prey
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| Law and ordr
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| Then they marched away
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| Thy massacred our leaders
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| At a table set for peace
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| Hengest and his henchmen
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| Murderers at the feast
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| Alarm and terror blazed across the land
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| They hope to drive us out
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| Out of history
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| But a strong island people
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| Yield not so easily
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| Arthur pins them to the East
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| Drives them back into the sea
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| He strikes fear deep in their hearts
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| He is a savage man
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| Arthur our King |