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A head-kerchief of bran-new colour 



Is wound around my head-gear, and I go to call troops; 



I'll call together the heroes to assemble and unite — 



Since the ancient times it has been transmitted until this very day. 



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The red sun above our heads mounts the nine heavenly regions ; 



Gradually he marehes till within the City of willows ; 



Conceal the secrets and don't let them leak out: 



For from the beginning till the end the brethern must all be called Hiing, 



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A red kerchief of bran-new colour 



Is wound around our heads , and we go to call troops. 

 When we have raised numberless men and countless horses, 

 We shall exterminate the ïsing-dynasty, and protect our king. 



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A spiral of red vapour pierces the nine heavenly regions; 



A kerchief is wound around our heads, and we are confident of being heroes. 



Conceal the secrets and don't let them leak out: 



For from the beginning till the end the brethern must all be called Hung. 



