Lady Argyle

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[Verse 1]
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The yoke of pride, so many times
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Has fallen on the best of us
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The yoke of pride, so many times
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Has burdened us who dwell in charity
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Why, you ask, not break the chains?
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T'is hard enough contending with
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The downward eyes of passer-bys
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No hearth, no home, no love, no 
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dignity


[Chorus]
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Lo, yet one more decry
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From an infamous throne such as mine
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Vile and stable
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In a wondrous and slow decline


[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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The rain still must fall
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On a wanderer of such likeness
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Fortune is a beggar’s bane
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Yet the stain blights us all
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More so who thus deny it
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Fortune is a beggar’s bane


[Chorus]
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Now I'm a rogue in your eyes
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But I once was a yeoman who shined
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With a place at the table
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With laymen and lords alike


[Interlude]
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[Chorus]
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Now I find myself in the mire
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Of a world still unfolding itself
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Vile and stable
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In a wondrous and slow decline


[Otro]
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