Down from the glen came the marching men
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With their shields and their swords
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To fight the fight they believed to be right
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Overthrow the overlords
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To the town where there was plenty
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They brought plunder, swords and flame
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When they left the town was empty
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Children would never play again
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From their graves I heard the fallen
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Above the battle cry
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By that bridge near the border
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There were many more to die
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Then onward over the mountain
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And outward towards the sea
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They had come to claim the Emerald
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Without it they could not leave
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Emerald
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| Thin Lizzy |
