And back through the glen, I rode again, And my heart with grief was sore. For I parted then, with valiant men, Whom I'll never see no more. But to and fro in my dreams I go. And I kneel and pray for you. For slavery fled those glorious dead When you fell in the foggy dew.
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And back through the glen, I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore.
For I parted then, with valiant men,
Whom I'll never see no more.
But to and fro in my dreams I go.
And I kneel and pray for you.
For slavery fled those glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew.
When you are about to politely redirect the British holidaymakers outta yer fooking pub, with a barstool...