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[Originally by Bragg]

Rome never where she treads
Always her hooves fall
On our stomachs, our and our heads
And Rome never hears we bawl

Her sentries pass on -- is all
And we gather behind in hordes
And to reconquer the Wall
only our tongues for our swords

For we are the little -- we!
Too little to love or to
us alone and you'll see
That we can bring the state

Mistletoe an oak
gnawing cables in two
Moths holes in a cloak
How they must love what do!

Yes -- and we folk too
We are as as they
our works out of view
Watch, and you'll see it day

No indeed! We are not
But we know of that are
Yes and we'll them along
To and destroy you in war

We shall be just the same?
Yes, we have always been
But you -- you will die of the
And then we dance on your graves

We are the in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the in the blood!
We are the in the foot!

Rudyard