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High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle
of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeator of the Saxons,
sovereign of all England!
GUARD #1: Pull
of Commons of the Presbyterian Royalists,
Leaving behind only the Rump Parliament
Which appointed a High Court at Westminster Hall
To indict Charles I for
especially over England and Wales. Over the border in Scotland, you may find some clearer skies; its looking quite blustery, though, with brisk north-westerly
way north and eastwards, affecting many here.
From Wednesday, yet more rain will push in towards southern parts of England and Wales; however, there
England I'm presented at court
But you've got me down-hearted 'cause I can't get started with you
I do a hundred yards in ten flat
The Prince of Wales
Come and listen for a moment, lads
And hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail
Now the jury found me guilty
There were two lofty ships from Old England came
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we
One was the Prince of Luther and the other Prince of Wales
ਸਿਹ ਰਿਹਾ
ਹੋਕੇ ਨੇੜੇ ਨੇੜੇ ਦੂਰ ਰਿਹ ਰਿਹਾ
ਅਖਾਂ ਤੇਰੀ loaded ਦੁਨਾਲੀਆਂ
ਜੇ ਲੈਣੀ ਜਾਨ ਬਿੱਲੋ ਝੱਟ ਹਾਂ ਕਿਹ ਦਿਆਂ
ਜੇ ਲੈਣੀ ਜਾਨ ਬਿੱਲੋ ਝੱਟ ਹਾਂ ਕਿਹ ਦਿਆਂ
ਭੁਗਤਨ high court
ਹਾਂ ਕਿਹ ਦਿਆਂ
ਜੇ ਲੈਣੀ ਜਾਨ ਬਿੱਲੋ ਝੱਟ ਹਾਂ ਕਿਹ ਦਿਆਂ
ਭੁਗਤਨ high court ਤਰੀਕਾਂ ਹੁਸਨਾ ਦੀ ਪੇਸ਼ੀ ਦੇ
ਖਾਰੇ ਦਿਆਂ ਢੀਠ ਬ੍ਰਾੜਾ ਫਸ ਜਯੀ ਨਾ ਵੇਖੀ ਵੇ (ਫਸ ਜਯੀ ਨਾ ਵੇਖੀ ਵੇ)
Come and listen for a moment, lads
And hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail
Now the jury found me guilty
holds her vengeful court
Boudicca, Witch Queen of England
I'm your King for seven years
Horned Hunter, be our saviour
The Roman Eagle is soaring high
There were two lofty ships that from old England came,
Blow high Blow low and so sailed we,
One was the Prince o' Luther and the other Prince o'
grew high upon the sea, the wind blew up in gales
I'd rather drown in misery than go to New South Wales
The waves grew high upon the sea and the pirates
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
On the fields of our fathers land
Marsh green pride of ENGLAND
On the moors our fathers rest
Their tales are not forgotten
the chop house with a bad bitch
Na vajda ae pure England vitch
War time we got kaafi guns
My opps dad told him, "Beta ja maafi mang"
Cause even Abba knows
Uh, uh (yeah)
Heads up, nigga (yeah)
Wale (yeah)
Plain Pat (uh, uh)
Emile
Off jump, boo, Cudi give ya funk
Hit ya in your head then it work
the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, very funky
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers
the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, very funky
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers
the Standoff
I know some killers from the court
900 Frances be then block from kicking fences to Chargers and Jags
Hemi's on the block
Five, seven in the engine
rainin' money
I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin
I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats
They like, no he didn't get that new
(Announced plans to build a nuclear fallout shelter at Peterborough in Cambridgeshire)
(Three high court judges have cleared the way)
(It was
(Announced plans to build a nuclear fallout shelter at Peterborough in Cambridgeshire)
(Three high court judges have cleared the way)
(It was
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