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Bless me my God as I go to war,
for Thee and my King are what I’m fighting for
I’ll be showered with glory or be seen no more
and die on the Holy Land’s shore
Richard our King has called for our swords
To fight in Outremer to tame the pagan horde
In serving my King I too serve the Lord
In Heaven shall be my reward
Chorus
Our horses and men in such fine array
For Christ and God’s Kingdom we soon sail away
The cross on my shoulder won’t lead me astray
As I take my vows on this day
Chorus
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"To fight in Outreamer" not Alfrima.
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byram
Thanks for the correction
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