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There stands three sentries on yonder hill
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
They blow their horns so loud and shrill
|:And the wind always blows my blade away:|
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If I had my arrow in their chests
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
And were in the arms of the lass that I like best
|:And the wind always blows my blade away:|
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If you want to live free follow me
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
There's one thing you must do for me
|:And the wind it blows my steed to war:|
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Without a seam, stich, or thread
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
I must have a standard of silk and feather
|:And the wind it blows my steed to war:|
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You must dye it in your own blood
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
Where crimsons so bright can be found
|:And the wind it blows my steed to war:|
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You must hang it on yonder tree
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
That has barbs of poison that sting and gouge
|:And the wind it blows my steed to war:|
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If I make a standard for you
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
There's one task that I ask of you
|:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
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My kin hath bore no small child
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
You must plow her with this bushel of corn
|:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
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You must sow her with a golden seed
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
And bless her with a god's own liver
|:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
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You must bath the child with milk of bees
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
And teach it make golden weave
|:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
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You must give it immortality
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
And bring the golden weave forth to me
|:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
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And if now you succeed in all this work
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
Come to me and you'll get your standard
|:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
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