The King Songtext
Health, love and peace be all here in this place
By your leave we shall 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
By your leave we shall 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.
Old Christmas is past, twelve tide is the last
And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new
Old Christmas is past, twelve tide is the last
And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new
EDJOUMA, LEE JAMES / KAGNI, DJIBRIL / THOMAS, THERON MAKIEL / THOMAS, TIMOTHY JAMAHLI / YAFFA, ELIE THITIA
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