| Roll on, Columbia, roll on
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| Roll on, Columbia, roll on
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| Your power is turning our darkness to dawn
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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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| Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through
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| Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew
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| Canadian Northwest to the oceans so blue
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| Roll on Columbia, roll on
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| Other great rivers add power to you
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| Yakima, Snake, and the Klickitat, too
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| Sandy Willamette and Hood River too
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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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| Tom Jefferson’s vision would not let him rest
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| An empire he saw in the Pacific Northwest
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| Sent Lewis and Clark and they did the rest
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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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| It’s there on your banks that we fought many a fight
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| Sheridan’s boys in the blockhouse that night
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| They saw us in death but never in flight
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| So roll on Columbia, roll on
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| At Bonneville now there are ships in the locks
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| The waters have risen and cleared all the rocks
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| Shiploads of plenty will steam past the docks
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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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| And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam
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| The mightiest thing ever built by a man
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| To run the great factories and water the land
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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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| These mighty men labored by day and by night
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| Matching their strength 'gainst the river’s wild flight
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| Through rapids and falls, they won the hard fight
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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on |