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| − | and then I don't feel so bad. | + | and then I don't feel so bad." |
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| | ''by Waiwode'' | | ''by Waiwode'' |
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| − | ===Drink Old Albion Dry===
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| − | So come me brave orcs, as I've told ye before
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| − | and drink me brave orcs, and we'll boldy call for more
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| − | for the Elvish do invade us, and they say that they will try-aye-aye
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| − | They say that they will come and drink old Albion dry.
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| − | Aye dry, aye dry me boys, aye dry-aye-aye
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| − | They say that they will come and drink old Albion dry.
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| − | Supposin' that we did go out, and meet them on the way
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| − | a thousand to one, we would show them orcish play
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| − | we'd die before that they should drink old Albion dry!
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| − | ''by PigKiller''
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| − | ===The Ballad of Uruk Greenskin===
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| − | I climbed up the Black Tower, to see what I could see.
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| − | But His Darkness the Dark Lord, he ain't got time for me.
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| − | "Orcs aren't fit to lick me boots, now get out of the room,"
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| − | But He'll gladly pack me off to fight, come the Trumps of Doom.
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| − | Then it's Uruk this and Uruk that, it makes you want to weep!
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| − | But it's "Thin green line of bastards" when the drums are in the deep,
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| − | The drums are in the deep, my boys, the drums are in the deep,
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| − | O it's "Thin green line of bastards" when the drums are in the deep.
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| − | Me stomach's growlin' empty, and the cooking-pot is clean.
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| − | I ask His Darkness, "Where's me grub?" while he feasts on heart and spleen.
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| − | "Me mum is laid up deadly ill, and me gretchin kids are lean,"
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| − | But roast elf is for necromancers, not for the low and green.
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| − | Yeah, it's Uruk this and Uruk that, and "Uruk, have some worms,"
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| − | But it's "Tonight you'll feast on elf-flesh" when the Day of Darkness comes,
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| − | The Day of Darkness comes, my boys, the Day of Darkness comes,
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| − | O it's "Tonight you'll feast on elf-flesh" when the Day of Darkness comes.
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| − | ''by PTiKachu''
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