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