| If you wish to wait until dusk I respect your policy
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| But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege
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| Or whatever otherwise you might want to call it
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| We would only be restoring to the rightful from before the migrations of the
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| peoples
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| You could put it
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| Or, and I’d prefer, Right by Conquest
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| Are the defenses, then, to be let down tonight?
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| Yes, or maybe, or not quite?
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| Just a rickety old stockade, I heard
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| Half diorama plaster and half recovered water-damaged sheet-rock
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| In which is interred
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| It’s all that stands in your way, if ‘stands' is the right word
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| What will you do?
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| Carried off to decorate your bordello
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| The person who told me believes
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| That the guard, though formerly in the service of Duchess of Kent
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| Is an Italian Greyhound bitch that loves thieves
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| So you might sing
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| «Well Rebecca, get your basket, let’s go down to the wood
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| You might not pick any berries but you’ll come back feeling good»
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| Well, all right
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| If you wish to wait until dusk I respect your policy
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| But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege
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| Or whatever otherwise you might want to call it
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| We would only be restoring to the rightful from before the migrations of the
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| peoples
|
| You could put it
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| Or, and I’d prefer, Right by Conquest
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| Are the defenses, then, to be let down tonight?
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| Yes, maybe, or not quite?
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| Will you quench these blushes of mine by present practice?
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| Will you, being invited, crack this Glass?
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| Here’s poison and here’s gold
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| Quick children! |
| Before you get old
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| Well Rebecca, get your basket, let’s go down to the wood
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| You might not pick any berries but you’ll come back feeling good
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| Well Rebecca, get your basket, let’s go down to the wood
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| You might not pick any berries but you’ll come back feeling good |