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Rh I will have never a noble,

No lineage counted great;

Fishers and choppers and ploughmen

Shall constitute a state.

Go, cut down trees in the forest,

And trim the straightest boughs;

Cut down trees in the forest,

And build me a wooden house.

Call the people together,

The young men and the sires,

The digger in the harvest field,

Hireling, and him that hires;

And here in a pine state-house

They shall choose men to rule

In every needful faculty,

In church, and state, and school.