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Текст песни Misc Folk - The Wren
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Joy, health, love and peace.
Be all here in one place;
By your leave, we will sing,
Concerning our King.
Our king is well dressed,
In silks of the best;
In ribbons so rare,
No king can compare.
We have travelled many miles,
Over hedges and stiles;
In search of our king,
Unto you we bring.
We have powder and shot,
To conquer the lot;
We have cannon and ball,
To conquer them all.
Bold Christmas is past,
Twelfth night is the last;
And we bid you adieu,
Brave joy to the new.
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