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It was late in June the fourteenth

Eight thousand miles away

When the news men told us

Our troops had won the day

For ten long weeks they battled

For what they knew was right

The freedom of the British

Was the reason for the fight

Never let yourself

Go down on your knees

We won't be slaves

And we won't be thieves

If it takes forty years

We will win through the day

We've got the power

We will make them pay

We've got the power

We will make them pay

We've got the power

At the end of the day

We've got the power

Two strings don't make a right

We've got the power

The end is in sight

They kept us in the dark

For two weeks at a time

The distance from the abttle

Was put to the blame

Showing only good things

And nothing of the bad

The censors for the people

Showed their mighty hand