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Cold Iron

アーティスト:Leslie Fish  アルバム:Cold Iron 

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Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid -- Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade. "Good!" cried the Baron, sitting in his hall, "But iron, cold iron, is the master of them all." So he made rebellion against the King, his liege, Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege. "Nay," said the cannoneer on the castle wall, "But iron, cold iron, shall be master of you all!" Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong When the cruel cannon-balls laid them all along. He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall, And iron, cold iron, was the master over all. Yet his King spake kindly (ah how kind a lord!). "What if I release thee now, and give thee back thy sword?" "Nay!" said the Baron, "Mock not at my fall, For iron, cold iron, is the master of men all." "Tears are for the craven. Prayers are for the clown. Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown. As my loss is grievous, so my hope is small, For iron, cold iron, must be


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