Malar's Daughter
Come kind folks listen to my song.
It is no idle story,
It's all about some volunteers
Who'e goin' to fight for glory!
Now if we fight why aint' we right?
And don't you think we oughter,
For we belong to the PB's Men
And don't you think we oughter,
For we're marchin out from Lantia
To fight for Malar's daughter.
Now should you ask me who she am,
Shoshoni is her name, sir;
She leads the Lions of Lantia,
To glorious martial fame, sir.
Now if we fight, why ain't we right?
And don't you think we oughter.
Oh, the volunteers are flocking in
From every loyal quarter,
And we're marchin out from Lantia
To fight for Malar's daughter.
We'll have a scrap with the conclave,
Perhaps some day or other,
And won't they have they fingers full,
If not a deal of bother;
For PBs Men are just the lads
Upon the land or water;
And won't we have a bully scrap,
And don't you think we oughter,
If they are caught at any time
Insulting Malar's daughter.
Like those brave men in ninety six
Who battled to be free Sir
We'll sing this song as we march along
To death or victory Sir
Our Faction and our Queen, say I,
It is what that we do fight for
For we belong to the PB's Men
And don't you think we oughter,
And we're marchin out from Lantia
To fight for Malar's daughter
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(OC Author - Nicky Boak)