with the pilgrim faters
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you have heard rather
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alot 'bout our notions
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crossing the oceans
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on the good ship made flour
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but its true our journey
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turned into quite a commotion
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people report that we sported these hats
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but thats not true i mean would you?
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anyway the main thing to say
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we began the U S A
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with our little band of religion fans
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from the east midlands
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we all believed slowly
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that england was becoming less holy
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so set up for holland
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'cus there we had friends
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but in the end seemed the neverlands
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would never be the land, we planned
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couldn't stand to remain on that terange
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so again we rearranged
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to start a new nation with our congregation
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a new and calmer life took a builder and farmer and his wife
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and neclerica to find america
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oh it's a new world
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it wasn't new to the natives
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still we thought we'd claim it
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yeah, it's the new world
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i still remember 9th of november
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the year 1620 and we saw plenty of land
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we thanked god when we found ground
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i kept calm but it didn't go as planned
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couldn't land on the sand
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a month later though
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we made it new plymouth man
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we claimed it the natives said not
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but ran when we shot
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moved there it proved yeah
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that life would be though
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'cus we didn't have enough
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of the right stuff
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did you know had no seeds we could grow
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though william mullins had stacked
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126 pairs of shoes in his pack
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now that's wack
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a fishing rod,a plough,
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a pig, or a cow
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would have been a much better idea
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but now theres no food for us to eat
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does this mean that with de feet!
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no fun in the new world
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i'm glad we've arrived here
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but will we survive here
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yeah, in the new world
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people were staving
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our numbers halving
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and when the winter winds blew
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even fewer liver through
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it wasn't pretty in our new city
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but the natives took pity even though
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they didn't have to
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man cought swon toes
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taught us how to grow maze
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caught gill for meal bill
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chopped up in the baze
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try gave us a feast
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a starvation sieze
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in 1621 what they had done
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turned us back from the dead
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to the living and to this day
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thats why we have thanks-giving
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in masatusits built a coleny it's true
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they say modern america was founed by our crew
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it's a new world
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but we can't call it england
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lets call it new england
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yeah, in the world
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my home was in plymouth
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lets call it new plymouth
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i got an idea lets call this new hampshire
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wait i'm from newcastle
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can we call it new newcastle?
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nah!
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it's a new world
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