| Daniel, Daniel and the sacred harp
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| Dancing through the clover
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| Daniel, Daniel would you mind
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| If I look it over
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| I heard of this famous harp years ago back in my home town
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| But I sure never thought old Daniel be the one to come and bring it around
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| Tell me Daniel how the harp came into your posession
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| Are you one of the chosen few who will march in the the procession?
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| And Daniel said
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| The sacred harp was handed down, from father unto son
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| And me not being related, I could never be the one
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| So I saved up all my silver, and took it to a man
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| Who said he could deliver the harp, straight into my hand
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| Three years I waited patiently
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| 'Till he returned with the harp from the sea of Galilee
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| He said there is one more thing I must ask
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| But not of personal greed
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| But I wouldn’t listen I just grabbed the harp
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| And said take what you may need
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| Now Daniel looked quite satisfied, and the harp it seemed to glow
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| But the price that Daniel had really paid, he did not even know
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| Back to his brother he took his troubled mind
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| And he said dear brother I’m in a bind
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| But the brother would not hear his tale
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| He said Old Daniel’s gonna land in jail
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| So to his father Daniel did run
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| And he said oh father what have I done
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| His father said son you’ve given in, you know you won your harp
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| But you lost in sin
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| Then Daniel took the harp and went high on the hill
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| And he blew across the meadow like a whippoorwhill
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| He played out his heart just the time to pass
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| But as he looked to the ground, he noticed no shadow did he cast |