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On The Kings coming home



John Blow - On The Kings coming home - текст песни (слова)

Ring the bells, and the glasses pull away.
 He that leads we will set all 
 all the vessels in the House on their heads.
 
 This a grand Pitcher, pull away, 
 'tis a grand, grand Pitcher Day.
 Drink, let us drink, 
 Let us drink to our power.
 We'll have full sixty rounds
 and out do the Tower.
 
 Our King we have again, Ring the bells,
 Our King we have again,
 now all your Pitchers clatter.
 And may he like Gideon all
 his Enemies scatter.   
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