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Work %s the railroad,
We build the walls in the mill,
With pay day come in our hearts,
And and that's a fact.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So build the walls and dance, friends,
With pay day come filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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