Mardaites
The Mardaites (Greek: Μαρδαΐται) or al-Jarajima (Syriac: ܡܪ̈ܕܝܐ; Arabic: الجراجمة / ALA-LC: al-Jarājimah) inhabited the highland regions of the Amanus Mountains. The Mardaites were Christians following either the Miaphysite or the Monothelite sects. Little is known about their ethnicity, it has been speculated that they might have been Western Iranian or Armenian. Their other Syriac/Arabic name "Gargumaye"/"Jarajima" suggests that some were natives of the town Jurjum in Cilicia. They were apparently joined later by Greek slaves and Aramaean peasants during their insurgency.
History
According to some historians, after the conquest of the Levant by the Arab Caliphate, the Mardaites gained a semi-independent status around the Amanus Mountains within the Byzantine-Arab border region. They initially agreed to serve as spies for the Arabs and to guard the Amanian Gate, but their loyalty was intermittent and they often sided with the Byzantines instead.
According to Greek and Syriac historians, their territory stretched from the Amanus to the "holy city", the latter often being identified with the holy city of Jerusalem, although more likely to refer to Kyrrhos, also called Hagioupolis, the capital of Cyrrhestica, in upper Syria.
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I'm a high school graduate and I'm looking for a way
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Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
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Mom tends the garden and occasionally perms her hair
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Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on the open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me
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Drove into Marriott, went into church and prayed
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And if you refuse to go, I'll support you all the way
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And the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me