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Ambereyes from Rambling Rascals
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Date Posted: 05:00:20 05/14/06 Sun
It's dark as night,
like shadowed light,
a slaves life is.
No strawberrie fizz,
no food at all.
when we fall,
all we meet is a driving lash,
driving us back to our feet in a flash,
WORK! WORK! WORK! WOOOOORK!
Chorus: Whip, crack!
Whip, slap!
Oh cry, oh!
Oh cry, oh!
Then a mouse came, oh!
We laughed and cried, oh!
A sight to see, oh!
MMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRTIIIIIINNNNN!!!
Dry and hungry we toil,
Oh, how we boil,
but then, oh then!
a sword slashed thru our pen!
A sight to see it was,
a mouse in shinning armour,
a great battle sword as well,
Martin! Martin! Martin! MAARRTIINNN!!!
(CHORUS)
Freedom, the sweet sound of freedom!
From mouse babe to otter mum,
The cry rang out sweet and true,
Oh Martin, how much we owe to you!
Yes! Yes! Let us destroy this place!
This place is full of evil!
BUUURRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNN!!!
(CHORUS)
A feast they held that day,
was in every way,
completly about MARTIN!!
Halayho! Halayho! Haaaallllaaayyyoooooooo!!!
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