| The north Atlantic tossed our ship nearly drove it to the bottom of the sea
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| We sailed ten nights and we sailed ten days I thought I’d never realise my
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| dreams
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| The immigration man he stamped my pass wished me luck wherever I should stray
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| I traded some silver for a ticket north west and I crossed the states of
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| Americay
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| There were stories of silver and stories of gold
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| Wake up to a new day of riches untold
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| The rivers run deep and the trees they stand tall
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| To hell with my homeland it’s here I’ll rise or fall
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| I pitched my tent in the mining camp checked my tools my map and my gun
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| Rode up to my claim as soon as I could and made my plans before the winter set
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| in
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| Hey Harry, you scoundrel this is not your land this piece of paper says it is
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| says I
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| He drew out his knife and he stuck me through, stole my deeds and left me there
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| to die
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| There were stories of silver and stories of gold
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| Wake up to a new day of riches untold
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| The rivers run deep and the trees they stand tall
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| To hell with my homeland it’s here I’ll rise or fall |
| The gods gave me strength and carried me through and I lived to see another day
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| I walked into town with a shotgun in my hand and I blew the man O’Harlahan away
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| He robbed me of my silver and he robbed me of my gold
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| Robbed me of my dreams of riches untold
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| Have mercy on me judge I just don’t understand
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| Twenty years in prison for the claiming of my land
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| There were stories of silver and stories of gold
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| Wake up to a new day of riches untold
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| The rivers run deep and the trees they stand tall
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| To hell with my homeland it’s here I’ll rise or fall
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| There were stories of silver and stories of gold
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| Wake up to a new day of riches untold
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| The rivers run deep and the trees they stand tall
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| To hell with my homeland it’s here I’ll rise or fall |