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In this fair town we laid them down,
In 1643.
It was poor King Charles who travelled for miles,
The heart of a silver dream.
As fierce young men, we took a mighty stand,
Waited for the call,
We were the first one over the wall.
These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom.
For these four walls...
A shot rang out from behind the hill,
As we marched along the bank.
We were stuck in fast between a heavy marsh
And our clothes were torn and damp.
So steady your guns until the last man comes,
The captain he did cry,
I was the last man to see him alive.
These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom.
For these four walls...
As night crept in and the stars were dim,
No soldier made a sound.
We had lost all sight in that fading light,
The fires had gone aground.
The captain went out to scream and shout,
An ambush he would find,
I was the last man to see him alive.
These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom,
For these four walls are at the heart of the kingdom,
For these four walls are at the heart of the kingdom,
For these four walls...
At first light when the guns were quiet,
The enforcements came to town,
They were putting aside where the battlemen prayed,
The battle had turned around.
There was always one but the captain gone
Forever we recall,
He was the first one over the wall.
(...These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom...
...He was the first cut down...)
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...He was the first cut down...)
(...These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom...
He was the first one over the wall.
Forever we recall,
There was always one but the captain gone
The battle had turned around.
They were putting aside where the battlemen prayed,
The enforcements came to town,
At first light when the guns were quiet,
For these four walls...
For these four walls are at the heart of the kingdom,
For these four walls are at the heart of the kingdom,
These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom,
I was the last man to see him alive.
An ambush he would find,
The captain went out to scream and shout,
The fires had gone aground.
We had lost all sight in that fading light,
No soldier made a sound.
As night crept in and the stars were dim,
For these four walls...
These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom.
I was the last man to see him alive.
The captain he did cry,
So steady your guns until the last man comes,
And our clothes were torn and damp.
We were stuck in fast between a heavy marsh
As we marched along the bank.
A shot rang out from behind the hill,
For these four walls...
These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom.
We were the first one over the wall.
Waited for the call,
As fierce young men, we took a mighty stand,
The heart of a silver dream.
It was poor King Charles who travelled for miles,
In 1643.
In this fair town we laid them down,
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