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Grace O' MalleyAdventure flows all thru her veinsThe love of sea she could not contain Dark wind blowing, tides are slowly rising Grace O' Malley chiefton will become So she fought to make the clans unite A prickly thorn in the English side Boarding, fighting With a pirate army Sailing boldly into the lion's den Fighting she followed her dreams Sailing forever the seas Grace: your loved ones will come and go Sail: the bold spare no weak, just power Grace: the fight of the beast you know Dark lady of Connacht Grace: your loved ones will come and go Sail: the bold spare no weak, just power Grace: the fight of the beast you know Looking for peace, single white dove Confront the queen was her desire The word of her, would spread like fire Powers clashing For the chance of claiming The land of elders she calls her home |