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The Marshals' Song

Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, 1\11\94
Music: "Ja Nuns Hon Pris", Richard I of England

In black and gold, I fare to the field
Armored in duty, with right for my shield
Eyes and my tongue are the weapons I wield
My foe is bold, but the fight I won't yield.
When, in the melee, his scythe is revealed,
In haste I halt him with "Hold!"

Join me this day in defense of our lands
From the fell siege laid by Death's bony hands.
We will not give him the blood he demands
But work and pray while this Current age stands.
We have bad footing on Time's shifting sands,
But we rejoice in the fray.

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