.On a hill in Mold, North Wales
Sightings of a ghostly boy
Clad in gold glittering in the moonlight
King of boys your grave's been robbed
Sold for English Pounds
You can't wear your gold cape anymore
You don't roam the hillside like before
They took everything yo.
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