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Here hangs an open landscape |
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A wild and huge frontier |
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From a harsh and a barren wasteland |
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Through the grave to the promised field |
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You came, you trapped, you charted |
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You laid the railroads and the schemes |
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And you tamed this land by enterprise |
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And by the power of your dreams |
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From the olden coasts of Ireland |
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From the Hebridean shores |
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With the forgotten chosen ones |
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Running from Europe in droves |
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There's a town in Manitoba |
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They say the windows touch the sky |
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But across the brine the shipyards close |
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In this garden flowers die |
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Still the homelands divide us |
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Like your blood red brothers of the plains |
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But where they grieve a candle still burns |
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A prayer from a flicker to a flame |
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But you made this Clan great |
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And you made this nation bloom |
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And you rose |
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With your people through the new world |
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Like a rocket |
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To the moon |
