I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he ‘live, or be he dead,
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread”
That’s an old school battle chant if ever I’ve heard one.
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I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he ‘live, or be he dead,
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread”
That’s an old school battle chant if ever I’ve heard one.