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In the bold Gautea Mountains, so far, far, away I'll tell you a story that happened one day ABbout a young maiden her age was sixteen And she carried a banner: white, orange, and green.
2. Well a young English soldier was passing one day |
3. Well you can't have my banner the young girl did cry Till your blood and mine on the cold Gauteas lie. For I am a rebel and that's nothing mean And I'd lay down my life for white orange and green.
4. Well the young English soldier turned white as the snow |

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