tis a fire in thy blood that draws me to the;
my maid of Britain.
a softies in your eyes that makes me dream of nights in your gentle arms.
your woman beauty meet my hungry eyes beckoning on me
my maid of Britain.
Tis fire in the blood that makes me yearn to hold thee more close
the softness of your smile draws me to thee,
my maid of Britain
tis a fire i long give thee
the fire of my song and my heart
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