| Deep in the castle and back from the wars
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| Back with my baby and the fire burned tall
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| Hoorah went the men down below
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| All outside was the rain and the snow
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| Hear their shouts, hear their roar
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| They’ve probably all had a barrel or much, much more
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea
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| Over the hill with the swords of a thousand men
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| We had to meet the enemy a mile away
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| Thunder in the air and the skies turned grey
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| Assembling the knights and their swords were sharp
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| There was a hope in our English hearts
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| Hear our roar, hear our sound
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| We’re gonna fight until we have won this town
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea
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| Over the hill with the swords of a thousand men
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| When knights come along at the end of the day
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| Some were half-alive and some had run away
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| Hear our triumph, hear our roar
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| We’ll probably drink a barrel or much, much more
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea
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| Over the hill with the swords of a thousand men
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea — yea
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea — yea
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea — yea
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea
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| Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah, Yea — yea |