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EMIGRANT SONG.
Behind us lies a land, all dim
With sighs of sorrows old;
Before us, on the ocean's rim,
A land that looks of gold.
We go, a fuller life to win,
With freedom for th' opprest—
But won't forget the old land, in
That new world of the West.
With sighs of sorrows old;
Before us, on the ocean's rim,
A land that looks of gold.
We go, a fuller life to win,
With freedom for th' opprest—
But won't forget the old land, in
That new world of the West.
We cannot weep who cross the deep,
Unfairly driven forth;
We might not sow, we could not reap
Our share of native earth.
We go, a fuller life to win,
With freedom for th' opprest—
But won't forget the old land, in
That new world of the West.
Unfairly driven forth;
We might not sow, we could not reap
Our share of native earth.
We go, a fuller life to win,
With freedom for th' opprest—
But won't forget the old land, in
That new world of the West.
As Emigrants from land to land—
From rise to set of sun,
We build the bridge till ocean's spanned,
And all the world is one.
We go, a fuller life to win,
With freedom for th' opprest—
But won't forget the old land, in
That new world of the West.
From rise to set of sun,
We build the bridge till ocean's spanned,
And all the world is one.
We go, a fuller life to win,
With freedom for th' opprest—
But won't forget the old land, in
That new world of the West.
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