Robin Hood

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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