I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he 'live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he 'live, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread. Explain Request ×
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