My forefathers first set foot on this ground In 1851 without a cent in their hand They sailed for many weeks from the old continent From places which ain't even worth remembering They were the third wave of our mighty pioneers Those who conquered the west with neither rest nor fear They ran into redskins and into rattlesnakes And they wasted all vermin that was blocking the way. My father he was a man of courage and pride He fought for liberty in two different wars, Came back from pointless countries with beautiful scars He killed for freedom, democracy and low-priced gallons He passed on to us endless credit and wireless connection. Do we really have to start it all over again?
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