Poacher come with his poacher's gun Out in the woods to shoot someone "My lord your time has come" Right between the eyes! Fell his master not by chance Away with pomp and circumstance Come join our merry dance To the rhythm of goodbye Farewell the jewel crown Farewell the velvet gown Watch it all come tumbling down Goodbye to the crown Goodbye to the crown Goodbye to the King of Nothing, really Wave of a hand, not a life of Riley Part Nazi, part King Billy Goodbye to the crown Goodbye to the dear old mum Mummified on gin and rum
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