| Here hangs an open landscape
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| A wild and huge frontier
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| From a harsh and a barren wasteland
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| Through the grave to the promised field
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| You came, you trapped, you charted
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| You laid the railraods and the schemes
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| And you tamed this land by enterprise
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| And by the power of your dreams
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| From the olden coasts of Ireland
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| From the Hebridean shores
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| With the forgotten chosen ones
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| Running from Europe in droves
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| There’s a town in Manitoba
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| They say the windows touch the sky
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| But across the brine the shipyards close
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| In this garden flowers die
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| Still the homelands divide us
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| Like your blood red brothers of the plains
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| But where they grieve a candle still burns
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| A prayer from a flicker to a flame
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| But you made this Clan great
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| And you made this nation bloom
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| And you rose
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| With your people through the new world
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| Like a rocket to the moon |