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Rise %s that hammer,
We cut the cane on the river boat,
With pay day come in our hearts,
And when the sun goes down.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So cut the cane and play, friends,
With pay day come filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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