Steve Eaton Poet Rhyme

The Battle

We came down from the hills, our hearts were full of sorrow
The enemy had totalled us, were ready for a fight 
Six weary soldiers on the hillside, not waiting for tomorrow
The battle it had drained us, killing most throughout the night
Blood soaked and wounded, our lives, the enemy won't borrow  


Don't turn away, move to fight your foe
Dont' turn away, you cannot be too slow
Youv'e got him on the run now, the broardsword's done its worst
Youv'e got him on the run now, the foe is dying and cursed


The heather's in full bloom, the sky is full of birds
Enemy corpes fill the moat, weapons scattered too
We always said that you should not trust his words
History has shown this to be the case once again
No more will we heed the lies, that come from foreign lairds

Don't turn away, move to fight your foe
Don't turn away, you cannot be too slow
Youv'e got him on the run now, the broadswords done it's worst
Youv'e got him on the run now, the foe is dying and cursed

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