You can claim a Zulu history if you want
you can tame an antelope anyway
Chelmsford is on his way
You're got no rifle at all
you can still scare me witless
you can make a coffin big and roomy
you can play the defeated
and not be a fool,
I wont fly anyway
to make you pay
I ve got my own hail
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