CITY AND SOKE 
 
I remember well 
Volunteering for a spell 
To defend the land I love. 
Flat feet and rare blood are the reason I defend 
Till the end. 
 
My city and its Soke! 
My Fenland and its folk! 
My city and its Soke! 
 
A fen is drained. 
Oaths of loyalty are strained. 
Those who fail to understand – 
Trying to find a hand to fit the scarlet glove. 
How I love 
 
My city and its Soke! 
My Fenland and its folk! 
My city and its Soke! 
 
How I long to feel the soil over my boots 
And to lie in the flatlands wrapped in the roots! 
How I love the yeoman pleasures of old, 
Local traditions are ours to uphold – 
If they're neglected? Oh, for shame! 
 
In the final scene, 
Throw my ashes in the Nene 
Where I'll join Clare and Cavell. 
Let me forever dwell in echoes of our land. 
It will stand. 
 
My city and its Soke! 
My Fenland and its folk! 
My city and its Soke! 
 
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