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If I could get the water fowl to follow me |
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Straight into the weeds, distribute the seeds |
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These are the verses I would sing |
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As they cock their heads and waive their wings |
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To these oaken birches I would cling |
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Till left for dead, hewing and hammering |
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On the Kennebec we settled on mugwumpery |
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Granite, rye, grist and corn |
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And claimed respect with metal, luck and dignity |
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Fifty rods and ten are bore |
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These are the wishes of the dead |
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Raise up your flag, hold up high your head |
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Care for the fields that bear your bread |
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And net your shad along the river bed |
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Sometimes I reach up and pull across the shade |
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Oh too beautiful, I can’t concentrate |
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Sometimes I can’t seem to hold the cross we made |
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Hands are full, hammer and spade |
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These are the wishes of the dead |
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Raise up your flag, hold up high your head |
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Care for the fields that bear your bread |
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Net your shad along the river |
