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and we marched

On the one night before dawn

We'll make the raid on the market

Down the Oman Railway

Lads, I hear something

By God, I hear nothing

By God, I hear nothing

By God, you are right.

What do you call it?

Swoop down Akaba.

Famous wives and lonely cooks

An agony epic piled up of linked phrases and lonely looks

By God,

By my God,

By very God, the sun rose upon us.

And we marched

And we marched

Lil biliyeh el hok

Lil biliyeh el hok

Beyond the what do you call it

There was a what-there-is

As far as hereby from then

And thereafter a ridge

And we came to the ridge

And went up that ridge

It was barren, all the land was barren

But we left not one thing alive...

By God,

By my God,

By very God, the sun rose upon us.

And we marched

And we marched

Lil biliyeh el hok

Lil biliyeh el hok

"overture" from the lawrence of arabia songtrack written by maurice jarre

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