| I once had a dream where no one
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| Had to walk 200 miles
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| I once said it would not happen anymore
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| From the Borders to the Northlands
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| Of this land we call our own
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| Surely this is something well worth fighting for
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| I once had a notion that my Father’s time had not been wasted
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| I once said at least for us it would be fine
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| Nor for us a struggling life of fighting
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| For what we believed in No, our hardships would be of a differend kind
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| Chorus:
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| For we are the brave foot soldiers
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| For we care for those who share in poverty
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| For our children’s hopes and dreams
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| And their children’s plans and schemes
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| For we’re marching on the road to victory
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| I once heard a call that told me It was well worth fighting for
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| I once saw a vision there before my eyes
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| Of a land where there was work for all
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| And plenty more to spare
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| No more empty promises and no more lies
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| Chorus
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| I once had a dream where no one
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| Had to walk 200 miles
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| I once said it would not happen anymore
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| From the Borders to the Northlands
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| Of this land we call our own
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| Surely this is something well worth fighting for
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| Chorus
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| Chorus |