| There is a time a’coming
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| The tribes and clans will rise
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| They’ll have thunder in their hearts
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| They’ll have lightning in their eyes
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| The pipe and the drum will be calling
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| Calling once again
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| Stand beside your brothers
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| All ye, that are men
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| Let freedom’s flame burn so bright
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| That all, all the world will see
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| Let freedom’s flame burn so bright
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| That it shines, shines down on you and me They’ll be sending out the soldiers
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| To stamp the fires out
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| Then we must burn more brightly
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| We’ll lift our voices and shout
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| It’ll be a time for axe 'n'sword
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| And battle flags will wave
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| There’ll be a haunting sound in the hills
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| Calling out the brave
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| Let freedom’s flame burn so bright
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| That all, all the world will see
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| Let freedom’s flame burn so bright
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| That it shines, shines down on you and me Let it shine
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| Oh but the women will weep
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| And the children will fret
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| 'Cause they know the price will be dear
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| But they understand that it’s better to die free
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| Than live a life of fear
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| Let freedom’s flame burn so bright
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| That all, all the world will see
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| Let freedom’s flame burn so bright
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| That it shines, shines down on you and me |