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Iona Leigh
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Queen Boadicea
When the Celtic warrior queen bleeding from the Roman rods Sought with an indignant mien counsel of her country's gods The sage beneath a spreading oak sat the Druid ancient chief Every burning word he spoke was full of rage and full of grief
Boadicea, with the monarch's pride Boadicea, battled, fought, and died Boadicea, with tears for peace she cried Boadicea, brought the turning of the tide
Princess if our aged eyes weep upon thy matchless wrongs Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The strength of our resentment ties all the terror of our tongues When the progeny that springs from the forests of our land Armed with thunder, clad with wings shall a wider world command
She with all a monarch's pride felt them in her bosom glow Rushed to battle, fought and died then dying hurled them at the foe Now other soldiers shall arise heedless of their brother's name But sounds not arms shall win the prize with harmony the path to fame
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