| We stood our ground and fought
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| So many years of war
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| A nation like ours, was never known before
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| We stood against the world, for what we believed was right
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| A symbol of truth, our beloved Green and white
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| We are young, we are old
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| At our say, said it bold
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| Rhodesians of Rhodesia, until the tide was turned
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| Now we’re Rhodesians of the World
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| On far distant shores, our children run free
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| We teach tem the way, that we want them to be
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| Shaped like Rhodesians, right to the soul
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| Their flags might be new, but their standards are old
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| We are young, we are old
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| At our say, said it bold
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| Rhodesians of Rhodesia, until the tide was turned
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| Now we’re Rhodesians of the world
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| On the long road of horchid (?) we have travelled
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| Helping Those who have stumbled, on the way
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| Though we’re scattered, somehow we are bonded
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| By a spirit that is living still today
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| We are young, we are old
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| At our say, said it bold
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| Rhodesians of Rhodesia, until the tide was turned
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| Now we’re Rhodesians of the world
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| We are young, we are old
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| At our say, said it bold
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| Rhodesians of Rhodesia, until the tide was turned
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| Now we’re Rhodesians of the world
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| We are young, we are old
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| At our say, said it bold
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| Rhodesians of Rhodesia, until the tide was turned
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| Now we’re Rhodesians of the world |