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G Come see pioneers starving on trCout Meet the Emdrunkards of spirit, of sDoil, of stGout But Gold silent fires shall someday bathe Call A Emcider ferments in us Dall
Final call!
G Hear the prophets whose days have gone dCim And for Emall royal silver, she stDill won’t Gwed him Hear the bGastards, yes among us, they Cgo EmAll flaunting freedoms so scDarcely knGown
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G How I sDee,G merrilCy, G The unmaDsking of liCberty G As she bDows tGo miserCy, G But her open hands, C Em The joy and dDance G And this pattern across our great quCilt, Em for ages to spDan
G You’re a traveller packing Cfor years EmArmour of rage in a Dshower of tGears And you nGever could see that you were wild and lCoose ‘TEmil a baby blue soldier forbDid you to choose Now you cry, ?G?€œOff with these systems And off with these lCaws! EmBring on the seasons, tradDition, and song! The pGatterns and cycles! We, hitchers of Cstars, shall rEmeel in adventure To shDatter these boards To march from theseG wars C Em D
G C Em D
G How I sDee,G merrilCy, G The unmaDsking of liCberty G As she bDows tGo miserCy, G But her open hands, C Em The joy and dDance G And this pattern across our great quCilt, Em for ages to spDan
G But her open hanCds, Em the joy and dDance G And this pattern across our great quCilt Em For ages to spDan