And the swamp was a desolate, treeless bog
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Useless rat hole in the back of beyond
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One day came a tractor along came a greed man
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To start the draining, to tears the turf out of its bed
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Splash, splash, splash ? went the bog
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Crash, crash, crash ? went the rig
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Crossing the swamp there was a tuft he had to cross
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And beneath the turf mat there was a home of an ugly troll
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So woke up the swamplord who was the guardian of the bog
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Horror over the man as he heard the sound of a rumbling voice
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Who¡¯s that mading on my swamp?
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Swampwar ? the time has come to stop the deprivation
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Swampwar ? we have to accept instead of domination
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Swampwar ? the time has come to stop the deprivation
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Swampwar ? we have to accept instead of domination
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Hahaa! Now I¡¯m coming to gobble you up!
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Snip, snap, snout
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This tale is told out
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Swampwar ? the time has come to stop the oppression
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Swampwar ? we have to accept instead of domination
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Swampwar ? the time has come to stop the oppression
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Swampwar ? we have to accept instead of domination
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Swampwar
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| Kalmah |
