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In the year of '39 assembled here the Volunteers
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In the days when lands were few
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Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
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The sweetest sight ever seen.
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And the night followed day
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And the story tellers say
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That the score brave souls inside
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For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
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Ne'er looked back, never feared, never cried.
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Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
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Don't you hear me calling you
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Write your letters in the sand
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For the day I take your hand
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In the land that our grandchildren knew.
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In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
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The Volunteers come home that day
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And they bring good news of a world so newly born
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Though their hearts so heavily weigh
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For the earth is old and grey, to a new home we'll away
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But my love this cannot be
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For so many years have gone though I'm older but a year
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Your mother's eyes in your eyes cry to me.
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Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
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Don't you hear me calling you
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All the letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
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For my life
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Still ahead
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Pity me.
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