cutlasses drawn copy
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7/23/2019 Cutlasses Drawn Copy
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Cutlasses drawn, by the crack of dawn
And the crack of the guns below
The young and wise, their screams and their cries
Dying by fellow and foe
From bow to stern, the sails smoke and burn
Defeated, to see it is plain.
To our Sons and our Fathers, their wives and their daughters.
hom they!ll never see again.
"istol!s bla#e like lightning,
in the ha#e of the blood soaked room.
The thunder claps to the fighting,the rhythm to our song of doom.