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 He rode through the streets of  city
 Down  his hill on high
 O' er the winds and  steps and the cobble
  rode to woman's sigh
 For she  his secret treasure
 She  his shame and his bliss
 And a chain and a keep  nothing
 Compared to  woman's kiss
 
  a hands of gold are always cold
  a woman's hands are warm
 For a hands of gold  always cold
 But a woman's hands are 
 
 And there he stood with  in hand
 The  of Darry's ten
 And red the grass beneath his 
 And red his  bright
 And  the glow of setting sun
 That  him in its light
 "Come on, come on" the great  called
 "My sword is hungry 
 
 And with a cry of  rage
  swarmed across the rill
 And  a cry of savage rage
  swarmed across the rill
 
 He  through the streets of the city
 Down from his hill  high
 O' er the winds and the steps and the 
 He rode to  sigh
 For she was  secret treasure
 She was his shame and his 
 And a chain and a keep are 
 Compared to  woman's kiss
 
 For a hands of gold are always 
  a woman's hands are warm
 For a  of gold are always cold
 But a woman's  are warm
 For a hands of gold  always cold
 But  woman's hands are warm
 For a hands of gold  always cold
 But a woman's hands are