By Original Work
Swing %s that hammer,
We break the rocks on the river boat,
With boss man mean in our hearts,
And the working's done.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So break the rocks and play, friends,
With boss man mean filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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