| Winnifred: You see, where I come from, we don’t have any dry land.
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| Oh, some of the poorer people do but the nobility live right in the swamp
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| Lady 1: Oh, tell us about it, princess!
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| Winnifred: Well, I don’t like to brag…
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| Dauntless: No, please.
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| Winnifred: I come from the land of the foggy, foggy dews!
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| Where walking throught the meadow in the morning is like walking through GLUE
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| The swamps of home are brushed with green and gold
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| At break of day
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| Ladies: At break of day!
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| The swamps of home are lovely to behold
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| From far away
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| Ladies: From far away!
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| In my soul is the beauty of the bog
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| In my mem’ry the magic of the mud
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| Ladies: MU-UH-UD!
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| I know that blood is thicker than water
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| But the swamps of home are thicker than blood!
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| Dauntless: BLU-UH-UD!
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| Where e’re I roam, my heart grows dank and cold
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| My face grows grey
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| When shadows fall
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| And I hear the CALL
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| Of the swamps of home
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| I hear them calling me now, calling me back
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| Calling me Winnifred, Winnifred, Winnifred, Winnifred! |
| Who do you think you are?
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| Girl of the swamp, you’ve gone too far! |
| Maid of the marshland, give up the struggle!
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| Listen to the voice of the swamp: Gluggle-uggle-uggle!
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| Ladies: Gluggle-uggle-uggle!
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| Where e’re I roam
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| The whips of fate may smart
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| But deep down in my heart
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| One thought will abide
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| And will ne’re be forgotten
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| Though I search far and wide
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| There is no land as rotten!
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| Ladies: Rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten
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| As the swamps of home!
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| Ladies: The swamps of home! |