King George Will Fall

White clouds across the western sky We ride and ride with the wind We hold our sabers tight They point towards their king Hit them hard Think on your scarves Today King George will fall! Stab them dead And cleave their heads Today King George will fall! We hit the first line, they can not defend When both armies collide We mow all their limbs like grass The grimreaper is mowing so fast Now King George is near, we are smelling all his fear All women of his soldiers shed tears His crown falls to the ground His head is rolling around