Branamlu

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From "Soft Taco"

When I was a lad in the fields of McGlad
I was sharp as a serpent's tongue,
Could have broken the will of a cockshide.
But the hands to fight are privelige, not a right
Not a right for one so young,
So I stood fast as my brothers died.

But now I've grown and flushed my strength against the briarstones
And so with Aelfric I must fare!
Think soft of me when you hear the clash of hungry bones,
And sing for freedom everywhere!

Branamlu!
Branamlu!
Branamlu!
Branamlu!

We'll band in the hills with our glass and our shills
And our bucklers upon our heels,
And our teeth to the gold of the doubloon.
We'll raise our grails to the blood of the Gaels
And dance to the old clan's reels,
And drink in the stocks of the proud moon.

My grip is sure on the mouldings of my halberd blade
And so with Aelfric I must ride!
So take my braid, for your love shall be my gallopade
And Branamlu shall be my guide!

Branamlu!
Branamlu!
Branamlu!
Branamlu!

Our bandoleers clutch the vengeance swift of barbed spears,
And so with Aelfric I must die!
Our standard flies with the vigil of a thousand years,
And thousands more shall hear our cry!

Branamlu!
Branamlu!
Branamlu!
Branamlu!


Copyright 1998 Zach London

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