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Arise, arise For their spite is their folly Arise, arise Clutch that burden of sight Arise, arise For the Queens become squally Take hold your own hand Stand tall for the fight Be willing Be bold Be strength Don’t fold Take flight Command Be brave Don’t land For the King and his men Will trample Descend “But FIGHT!” Said she. “We’ll win...” “...they’ll see.”
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
Battle Cry of the Woman
Arise, arise For their spite is their folly Arise, arise Clutch that burden of sight Arise, arise For the Queens become squally Take hold your own hand Stand tall for the fight Be willing Be bold Be strength Don’t fold Take flight Command Be brave Don’t land For the King and his men Will trample Descend “But FIGHT!” Said she. “We’ll win...” “...they’ll see.”
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aly-omalley
Scottish
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
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