| After the riding we dispersed
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| We drifted home in twos and threes
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| Through cold and rain we spat and cursed
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| This ancient war of families
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| Armies past and then returned
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| They killed and raped, they stole and burnt
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| So from the cradle we have learnt
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| To be as hard as stone
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| And learned to stand alone
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| They are gone now, the killing and disorder
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| They’re just ghosts now, the brigand and marauder
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| And we give thanks for peace on the border
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| We give thanks for peace on the border
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| Cloak and dagger, crime on crime
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| Anarchy in the borderlands
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| The king’s men came with a valentine
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| To break to power of the border clans
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| Some were hung, some sent away
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| To Ireland and the low countries
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| Great was the price they had to pay
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| God bless their memory
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| And god bless you and me
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| The broken towers that stand today
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| Stand for peace and order
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| Reminding us until the day
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| That we need no more borders |