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This land was passed on from my father to me It was barren, didn't gorw easily We put of all of these stones into pile And how our backs hurt when we passed down the aisles And sat down to be counted again To be asked just how and when We will give you the gold we don't have for favors never given You're only trouble as far as I know You start a war wherever you go You've never been here and still you say This land is yours from this very day So send your mercenaries To the highlands, through dense forests, down winding paths So send your mercenaries We will greet them with stick and stones, with knife and sword drawn And you left us without a choice Be it a hired hand soldier or a bailiff All we have to get through the winter Is in the barn and in the ryehouse You're only trouble as far as I know I killed the man with one swift blow Letras de cancionesWe will do what it takes to keep the plunderers off the highlands So send your mercenaries To the highlands, through dense forests, down winding paths So send your mercenaries We will greet them with stick and stones, with knife and sword drawn Civilization's still the name that it goes by When a fat man draws his lines on a map Civilization is the name that it goes by For King and country, give a mighty salute now So send your mercenaries To the highlands, through dense forests, down winding paths So send your mercenaries We will greet them with stick and stones, with knife and sword drawn From Letras Mania