| Well the world has seven wonders, the travelers always tell:
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| Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
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| But the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam’s fair land.
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| It’s that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam.
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| She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide,
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| Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide
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| Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west,
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| And the big Grand Coulee country in the land I love the best.
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| In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray,
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| Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave.
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| She tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream
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| Of the day the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream.
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| Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of '33
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| For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me.
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| He said, «Roll along Columbia. |
| You can ramble to the sea,
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| But river while you’re ramblin' you can do some work for me.»
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| Now in Washington and Oregon you hear the factories hum,
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| Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum.
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| And there roars a mighty furnace now to fight for Uncle Sam,
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| Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam. |