| I was standing by the village gates when I first heard the news
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| The king had sent his men to seize Gabriel’s land
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| And when Gabriel he refused, the men took both his daughters
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| And cut the wedding ring fingers from their hands
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| The next three days I heard three times separate similar stories
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| The king was taking what was ours for his own
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| Deep, deep down in the pit of my chest my fear turned to fury
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| When I thought about my family and my home
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| Good kind Rudy stood before the king
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| His mighty sword in his hand
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| All through the valley we could hear him swing
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| And a joyful cheer filled the land
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| Nobody’s ever gonna treat us like that again
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| Late that night all the men in the village
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| Gathered in a clearing in the forest
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| And we elected Good Rudy to lead us now
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| He decided right away that the king must die
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| Every head bent forward as he told us how
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| We split up into two large groups
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| And headed for the castle on the hill
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| My group stormed the front, all the guards came running
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| Rudy’s group snuck up from the back and laid
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| Their ladders up against the castle walls
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| Nobody ever saw them coming
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| Good kind Rudy stood before the king
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| His mighty sword in his hand
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| All through the valley we could hear him swing
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| And a joyful cheer filled the land
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| Good kind Rudy stood before the king
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| His mighty sword in his hand
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| All through the valley we could hear him swing
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| And a joyful cheer filled the land
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| Nobody’s ever gonna treat us like that again |