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We set no right above hers	A
No earthly light nor star	B
She hath had many lovers	A
But not as lovers are	B
They all were gallant fellows	C
And died all deaths for her	D
And never one was jealous	E
But comrades true they were	D
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Oh each one is a brother	D
Though all the lands they claim	F
For her or for each other	D
They ve died all deaths the same	F
Young handsome old and ugly	G
Free married or divorced	H
Where springtime bard or Thug lie	I
Her lover s feet have crossed	J
	-
Mid buttercups and daisies	K
With fair girls by their side	L
Young poets sang her praises	M
While day in starlight died	L
In smoke and fire and dust and	N
With red eyes maniac like	O
Those same young poets thrust and	N
Wrenched out the reeking pike	O
	-
She is as old as ages	M
But she is ever young	P
Upon her birthday pages	M
They ve writ in every tongue	P
Her charms have never vanished	Q
Nor beauty been defiled	Q
Her lovers ne er were banished	Q
Can never be exiled	Q
	-
Ah thousands died who kissed her	D
But millions died who scorned	Q
Our Sweetheart Queen and Sister	D
Whom slaves and C sars spurned	Q
And thousands lost her for her	D
Own sweet sake and the world	Q
Her first most dread adorer	D
From Heaven s high state was hurled	Q
	-
No sign of power she beareth	R
In silence doth she tread	Q
But evermore she weareth	R
A cap of red rose red	Q
Her hair is like the raven	S
Her soul is like the sea	G
Her blue eyes are a haven	S
That watch Eternity	G
	-
She claimed her right from Heaven	S
She claims her right from earth	R
She claimed it hell ward driven	S
Before her second birth	R
No real man lives without her	D
No real man child thrives	T
Sweet sin may cling about her	D
But purity survives	T
	-
She claims the careless girl and	Q
She claims the master mind	Q
She whispers to the Earl and	Q
She whispers to the hind	Q
No ruler knoweth which man	U
His sword for her might draw	D
Her whisper wakes the rich man	U
The peasant on his straw	D
	-
She calls us from the prison	S
She calls us from the plain	V
To towns where men have risen	S
Again again again	W
She calls us from our pleasures	A
She calls us from our cares	X
She calls us from our treasures	A
She calls us from our prayers	X
	-
From seas and oceans over	D
Our long lost sons she draws	Y
She calls the careless rover	D
She calls us from our wars	Z
The hermit she discovers	A
To lead her bravest brave	A2
The spirit of dead lovers	A
She calls them from the grave	A2
	-
We leave the squalid alley	G
Our women and our vice	B2
We leave the pleasant valley	G
Life lust or sacrifice	B2
The gold hunt in the mountains	C2
The power lust on the sea	G
The land lust by earth s fountains	C2
Defeat or victory	G
	-
No means of peace discover	D
Her strength on Nights Before	D
She has her secret lover	D
That guards the Grand Duke s door	D
No power can resist hers	A
No massacre deter	D
Small brothers and wee sisters	A
Of lovers watch for her	D
	-
Old dotards undetected	Q
School boys that never tire	D
And lone hags unsuspected	Q
That drone beside the fire	D
The youth in love s first passion	S
The girl in day dream mood	Q
And in the height of fashion	S
The butterfly and dude	Q
	-
The millionaire heart broken	S
The beggar with his whine	D2
And each one hath a token	S
And each one hath a sign	D2
And when the time is ripe and	Q
The hells of earth in power	D
The dotard drops his pipe and	Q
The maiden drops a flower	D
	-
Oh bloody our revivals	E2
And swift our vengeance hurled	Q
We ve laid our dear loved rivals	E2
In trenches round the world	Q
We ve flung off fair arms clinging	F2
Health wealth and life s grand whole	G2
And marched out to her singing	F2
A passion of our soul	G2
	-
Her lovers fought on ice fields	H2
With stone clubs long ago	I2
Her lovers slave in rice fields	H2
And in the lectric s glow	I2
Her lovers pine wherever	D
The lust for Nothing is	J2
They starve where light is never	D
And starve in palaces	M
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They ve gathered crowded and scattered	Q
With heads and scythe blades low	I2
Through fir and pine clump spattered	Q
Like ink blots on the snow	I2
With broken limbs and shattered	Q
They ve crushed like hunted brute	Q
And died in hellish torture	D
In holes beneath the roof	K2
	-
They ve coursed through streets of cities	K
The fleeing Parliaments	L2
And songs that were not ditties	K
They ve sung by smouldering tents	M2
And trained in caps and sashes	J2
They ve heard the head drums roll	G2
They ve danced on kings blood splashes	M
The dreadful carmagnole	G2
	-
By mountains and by stations	C2
Out where wide levels are	D
They ve baulked the march of nations	C2
And ridden lone and far	D
The whip stroke of the bullet	Q
The short grunt of distress	N2
The saddled pony grazing	F2
Alone and riderless	N2
	-
The plain in sunlight blazing	F2
No signal of distress	N2
Unseen by far scouts gazing	F2
And still with wide eyes glazing	F2
Dead lover of our mistress	N2
Dead comrade of his rivals	N2
Dead champion of his country	G
Dead soldier of his widow	I2
And of his fatherless	N2
	-
She pauses by her writers	N2
And whispers through the years	N2
The poems that delight us	N2
And bring the glorious tears	N2
The song goes on unbroken	S
Through worlds of senseless drones	N2
Until the words are spoken	S
By Emperors on their thrones	N2

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