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The claims of Greece! the claims of Greece! Which burning Byron boldly sung, When in that land were few police And robbers every day were swung, Eternal humbug gilds you yet And all against you dead are set.
The claims of Greece! the claims of Greece! Which burning Byron boldly sung, When in that land were few police And robbers every day were swung, Eternal humbug gilds you yet And all against you dead are set.