They rode in the morning Casablanca to the west On the atlas mountain foothills leading down to marakesh For mohammed and morocco We had taken up our guns For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons. For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
In the dry winds of summer They were sharpening the blades. They were riding to act upon the promise we had made. With the fist and the dagger With the rifle and the lance We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of france. We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of france.
Ride, ride, ride, ride to agadir. Ride, ride, ride, ride to agadir.
They could wait no more In the burning sands on the ride to agadir.
Ride, ride, ride, ride to agadir.
Like the dogs of war For the future of this land on the ride to agadir.
Ride, ride, ride, ride to agadir.
Though they were waiting And they were fifty to our ten They were easily outnumbered by a smaller force of men. As the darkness was falling They were soon to realize We were going to relieve them of their god-forsaken lives. We were going to relieve them of their god-forsaken lives.
They could wait no more In the burning sands on the ride to agadir.
Ride, ride, ride, ride to agadir.
Like the dogs of war For the future of this land on the ride to agadir.
Ride, ride, ride, ride to agadir.
They rode in the morning Casablanca to the west On the atlas mountain foothills leading down to marakesh For mohammed and morocco We had taken up our guns For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons. For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
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