March of CambreathThats the "March of Cambreath" from Heather Alexander, and is another fast Irish march like "Follow Me Up to Carlow" from t'other day.
[chorus]
Axes flash, broad sword swing
Shining armors piercing ring
Horses run with a polished shield
Fight those bastards 'til they yield
[chorus 2]
Midnight mare and blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die?
Follow orders as you're told
Make their yellow blood run cold
Fight until you die or drop
A force like ours is hard to stop
Close your mind to stress and pain
Fight 'til you're no longer sane
Let not one damn cur pass by
How many of them can we make die?
Guard your women, children well
Send these bastards back to hell
We'll teach them the ways of war
And they won't come here anymore
Use your shield and use your head
Fight 'til everyone is dead
Raise the flag up to the sky
How many of them can we make die?
[bridge]
Dawn has broke the time has come
Move your feet to the marching drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll
We'll fight as one in heart and soul
[chorus 2]
[chorus]
[chorus 2]
How many of them can we make die?
How many of them can we make die?
How many of them can we make die... That's an interesting question isn't it? It's the question asked by a man in a last stand, against the hordes; fighting for everything he holds dear. He knows he's going to die, HE'S JUST GONNA TAKE EVERY LAST MOTHERFUCKER WITH HIM.
Sometimes there are fights you can't win; That doesn't mean you don't have to fight them. That doesnt mean you dont have to die in the process. Sometimes you have to go out, there's nothing that says you don't have to come back.
The question remains:
HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE!
And yea though I walk through the valley in the shadow of deathOh and who would the action plan be used ag'in? Well, let's just use your imagination then shall we; I'm sure you can come up with a worthy answer.
I shall fear no evil
For I am the meanest motherfucker in the valley
