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mind the day we left, or the way the women clung to us; All we need now is the last way they looked at us. Never mind the twelve men there amid the cheering— Twelve men or one man, 't will soon be all the same; For this is what we know: we are five men together, Five left o' twelve men to find the golden river.

Far we came to find it out, but the place was here for all of us; Far, far we came, and here we have the last of us. We that were the front men, we that would be early, We that had the faith, and the triumph in our eyes: