| By the foot the mountain
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| My forebears recount
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| Stood a hovel forlorn down by the bay
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| And at the edge of the sky
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| There’s a fire as they fly
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| By the misty and magic break of day
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| Home bound
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| To old ground
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| They return from the east in rain and thunder
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| Unconcerned to the north with trade and plunder
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| And so many fell
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| We built mounds where they dwell
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| For the empire of the north
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| Far back east and down south
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| Whisperings, word of mouth
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| They found riches untold from far and wide
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| And on the isle in the lake
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| They left wealt in their wake
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| And a great sense of welldeserved pride
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| Home bound
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| To old ground
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| They return from the east in rain and thunder
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| Unconcerned to the north with trade and plunder
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| And so many fell
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| We built mounds where they dwell
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| For the empire of the north
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| Home bound
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| To old ground
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| They return from the east in rain and thunder
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| Unconcerned to the north with trade and plunder
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| Without grief or guilt
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| For decendants they built
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| Us and empire of the north
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| They return from the east in rain and thunder
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| Unconcerned to the north with trade and plunder
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| And so many fell
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| We built mounds where they dwell
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| For the empire of the north |