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Arthur, King.

Arthur, King.

Now here’s a thing

old Arthur, King,

in Cornwall he was born.

In Tintagel,

he was heard to yell,

on a cold, dark Winter’s morn.

His nights were long,

his knights were strong,

his table it was round;

he is the once

and future king,

so maybe he’ll refound

to say hello

and save us all

from our now and future fate.

Ouzo, King of All England

Ouzo, King of All England

I heard you are writing a story.

Yeah, I’m doing the great story of England.

The great story?

Yeah the one about Ouzo

Ouzo?

Yeah the young lad, Ouzo – everybody knows it.

I don’t know it.

Yes, you do.

No, I don’t. How does it start?

With these words, ‘Ouzo ever pulls this sword from this stone and anvil..’