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Last born of the clan first one to be free
Lived inside a house, beneath the hangin tree
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That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night in unforgiving tones
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his knife and his bow
Killer of jonathan low
Violence from without and anger from within
Crawling through the fields informin next of kin
They all turned their backs but they all knew his name
And if he could return they'd probably do the same
Blood of his friends was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died, killer of jonathan low
The blood of his friends was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of jonathan low
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