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Squeeze of lime squeeze of lime
I will not bow I will not yield
Bosworth field, Bosworth field
So do you get the point I make
Rattlesnake, give and take,

Squeeze of lime squeeze of lime
I will not bow I will not yield
Bosworth field, Bosworth field
So do you get the point I make
Rattlesnake, give and take,

tart.

A rhubarb tart has fascinated all the poets.
Especially the immortal bard.
He caused Richard the Third to call on Bosworth Field:
'My kingdom for

Kate bosworth
She in harlem
Like cyclops
James harden ball like a high shot
Wolverine they like
Who that man
I'm from the x2
Huge jackman
In my gin use

Agincourt, Bosworth Field and Hastings
Evil medieval enemies
But it was up to us to rise to the cause
I'm sorry
But whatever is mine, it's yours
Why weren't

Kemp
Craig Sagar, and she in the candy search
I come through with more
Sacks than Brian Bosworth
Frost up on 'em skatin' and I got 'em hatin'
Versace

It was at Bosworth Field that a king was slain
Despite it all Lord Stanley felt no shame
The mayor of York he did mourn
For his loyalty to Richard he

he too was an archer
In the army of Richard the Third
Both died at the battle of Bosworth
Fighting bravely so I have heard

And me I too am an archer

I had a dream of Richard the Third
And in my dream I did observe
The battle of Bosworth taking place 
With no charge at Tudor taken in haste

In my

concealed,
Was the truth hacked to death at Old Bosworth Field?

Did Richard recall his own childhood flight,
Out of the danger, away from the fright?
Or could

fateful day
The crown of England one step away
At Bosworth Field, once Redemore Plain
Where Richard fought and lost in vain

I am descended from Sir John Buck 
Executed after Bosworth Field
For loyalty I will write a book 
And the truth will be revealed

I have climbed

tour
To Bosworth we've been many times before
At Raglan Castle a history event
See the colours of our banners and our tents

application sound

Driverless cars is that a good idea
Such mayhem i can only fear
Imagine the people that could be killed
Far more than those at Bosworth Field

to tree
Wobbles when you walk across like an Ewok
Sea foam mint skies, now I'm in Seattle like a Seahawk
Brian Bosworth on the Actavis astroturf

Europa

Globus

Epicon

From Agincourt, To Waterloo
Poiters and then Anjou
The Roses War, The Hundred Years
Through battlefields of blood and tears

From Bosworth

When Rides the Scion of the Storms

Bal-Sagoth

Battle Magic

the thick of the fray beside Henry at Agincourt...
I spilled blood for the White Rose at Bosworth Field...
I captained a galleon against the great Armada

Midnight Train

The Men They Couldn't Hang

Waiting for Bonaparte

1988

something
That's like a poison from the ground
>From Nottingham down to Bosworth field
Past canals and forest and the rivers still
By the rails there's