I am last in the whole world wide, For my brothers all have gone, One by one have the martyrs died, That mankind might live on. High am I set in the market square, Widely my fame abounds, And for me a Yankee millionaire Bids fifty million pounds. Keen goes the bidding; fierce the fight, There are cries on every hand.... But I mean to take to the woods tonight; And they`ll never get my gland!SourceThe script ran 0.007 seconds.
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