| 'Twas late 65 at the old wall sea yard
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| She was commissioned to haul the black tar
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| And built the Northumbria there on the bar
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll
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| For when the Egyptians they closed the Red Sea
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| And call came on high from the powers that be
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| To build a royal monster right down on the key
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll, me boys
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll
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| Carpathia, Vengeance, celestial call
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| She was the tanker to out-size them all
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| From the banks of the Merci to the port of the Laul
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll
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| And fair Princess Anne threw a bottle of wine
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| And watch as the giants set down in the Tyne
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| What lay ahead could no mortal divine
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll, me boys
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll
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| And it’s one for the hot sun above
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| Two for the empire we love
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| And it’s three for the fire that burns down below
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| Roll on Northumbria
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll
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| And it’s one for the hot sun above
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| Two for the empire we love
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| And it’s three for the fire that burns down below
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| Roll on Northumbria
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll
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| So come all ya good workmen, beware the command
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| That comes down on high from the desk of a man
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| Who’s never held steel or torch in his hands
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll
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| For atop a wild breaker, the cracks in her frame
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| Spilled her black guts all across the wild Maine
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| And she limped away through an ocean of flame
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll, me boys
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll
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| And it’s one for the hot sun above
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| Two for the empire we love
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| And it’s three for the fire that burns down below
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| Roll on Northumbria
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| Roll, Northumbria, Roll |