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• Artiste: Jon Langford
• Titre: Robin Hood
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So different from the dungeons gloom, the forest's shady bower There's many a shade that love might share, where a man can kiss another Her warm breath is turning moist, where she is already Green leaves and sunshine, Sextatic in her head (Instrumental) Like beautiful maggots inside rotten apples Spitting out the juices of Kings and big-arsed Barons Fat on the Crusades, slaughtered by Assassins Afraid to walk the glades of the land they own Rise like lions, shake your chains, babe Ye are many, they are few Take from the rich and give to the poor Images of spitfires strafing Greek resistance fighters Winston Churchill gunning down the South Wales striking miners In green we fought the Black n'tans and beat them back to Ulster An 18 year old Argentine, lungs filled with cold water (Intro instrumental) Buried Republican Visions, Symbolic and Explicit A history of resistance denied by bishops, lawyers and spies Grantham hugely petty, riding on her crocodile 'Cross teeming London bridge, paved with blood and gold Rise like lions, shake your chains, babe Ye are many, they are few Take from the rich and give to the poor Out in hunting country we sabotage their leisure Many a Grotto meant for rest holds a pirate for a guest Soft the scene so formed for joy Oh curse the tyrants that destroy Rise like lions, shake your chains, babe Ye are many, they are few Take from the rich and give to the poor