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Stalwart Days
Stalwart Days
Manifested manna makes abundance watch it automate
Life's a gamble, let's compile our chips, now we all can play
screaming all heart stalwart with a full blown applause
Just at the time when the messages all coming in
And the propositions and the offers flooding in
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face
A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor
The stalwart form of his will
In pyre born
Enchants voracious hands
Ardent thralls, t'ward forge and anvil drawn
Lost 'neath the barren crags
Where horizons
mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face
A double bed and a stalwart lover, for sure
These are the riches of the poor
A double bed and a stalwart
Hold the heathen hammer high, never turn away
Ever true unto your forefathers stalwart stay
Hold the Heathen Hammer high with a battle cry
For the pagan
That resides within the soul of man
Stalwart wanderers make your peace
For there is no war to be found here
(There is no war to be found here)
Only
assigned operation
To ensure that humanity's resolute will be done
They are a squad of stalwart vanguards
Possessing the highest prestige and renown
I never wondered
what true love could do
and now that I've foundered
at least I have you
At least I have you
stalwart and true
at least I have you
our lost companion
No longer seperated by deaths flame, eternal canyon
Standing taller than ever before
United at last, stalwart to the core
the leaders who use to show the way
Great men like Rosie and
Stalwarts like Leblanc
Gone is the truth and
Gone is justice
Gone is integrity
Bow
From society
time's molt and seep through the present's white
A threshing focus cracks the mirage, bruising truth upon the mist of its light
Stalwart in darkness,
marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band.
For Antrim Town! For Antrim Town! He led them to the fray,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die
array
A stalwart earnest band
For Antrim Town!
For Antrim Town!
He led them to the fray,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome
Today!
Behind him marched, in grim array,
A earnest stalwart band.
To Antrim town! To Antrim town,
He led them to the fray,
But young Roddy McCorley goes
Stalwart and grim
And with his big net, he scoops 'em all in
Blow you winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound for the south'ard
So steady she goes
it shows so great
Stalwart is our Norwegian realm
The land and the sea it shows so great
Stalwart is our Norwegian realm
stalwart men
And put the pitch alight on your torch sticks
Vanquish those who would do us evil
And establish the rule of France
And oh woman
Behind him marched, in grim array,
A earnest stalwart band.
To Antrim town! To Antrim town,
He led them to the fray,
But young Roddy McCorley goes
marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band.
For Antrim Town! For Antrim Town! He led them to the fray,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die
Men: We'll kill ourselves an Injun
John:Or maybe two or three
Men: We're stalwart men and bold
Of the Virginia Company!
Thomas: What do you
There lived a wife in Ushers Well
A wealthy wife was she
She had three stout and stalwart sons
And sent them o'er the sea
They had not been from
We have waited for your
Sainted brother long enough
Now it seems it's your turn
Show you've got the stuff
Stalwart, brave and unafraid
Show us what
We'll kill ourselves an injun
Or maybe two or three
We're stalwart men and bold
Of the Virginia Company
It's glory, God, and gold
And The Virginia
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