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[00:00.78]Ye sons of Britain
[00:01.97]Who once were free
[00:03.56]Ye now are slaves to factory
[00:05.67]Those who walk the path of mole
[00:08.07]Expect in time to kill thy soul
[00:10.82]Look
[00:22.81]*Down in the wood in the murky gloom
[00:25.95]Trolls go marching two by two
[00:29.44]Down through the cave and the mouth of doom
[00:32.68]Down, down, down in the gloom, gloom, gloom
[00:36.05]Hey kala ho kala ho la jai
[00:42.49]But look
[00:44.52]*Who should come by the mountain way
[00:48.38]Young Finn Hanley
[00:50.13]A lute he play
[00:51.68]Clothed in scarlet livery
[00:55.05]All wide eyed in the bright noon day
[00:58.23]Tiree tiraloo tiraloo i ay
[01:07.77]Creative intelligence has been crushed
[01:08.88]By industrial uniformity?
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