| FINALE
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| LUCILLE (at home)
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| Leo, oh Leo
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| I know he’ll protect you
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| And don’t be afraid;
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| I’ll be fine here — you’ll see.
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| Farewell, my Leo —
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| You’re right here beside me You’re here by the door
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| And you’re holding my arm
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| And you’re stroking my hair
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| And you’re finally:
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| MARY
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| Mr. Frank?
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| LEO
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| What is it?
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| LUCILLE
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| :free.
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| MARY
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| Happy Memorial Day.
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| (The 1915 parade begins to pass by upstage)
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| FRANKIE
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| I go to fight for these old hills behind me,
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| The old red hills of home.
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| I go to fight for these hills that remind me Of a way of life that’s pure,
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| Of the truth that will endure
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| In the city of Atlanta,
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| In the old red hills of home!
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| ENSEMBLE
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| God bless the sight of the old hills of Georgia,
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| The old red hills of home.
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| Praise those who’d fight for the old hills of Georgia
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| For those proud and valiant men,
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| We’ll sing «Dixie"once again
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| For the men of Marietta:
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| For the brothers of Cobb County:
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| For the fathers of Atlanta:
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| For the patriarchs:
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| Who gave ev’rything for Georgia
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| And the old red hills of home! |