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With songs we praise a happy landing
On yet another virgin shore
Escape the booming world
Embrace the new world
Out here the immigrant takes hold
Across the plains and over mountains
Put plight to all who came before
They're barely human
It's time to move them
Let them kneel before the sword
O-o-o-oh, o-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-oh, o-o-o-o-oh
Uneducate the noble savage
The great white father's word is lore
It's such a pain then to liberate them
The poison damp the bloody sword
O-o-o-oh, o-o-o-o-oh
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
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