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  And we knew just what would happen, could they blame a single one, We knew they'd have a carnival without a bit of doubt; They always like to fight that way—before the leaves come out. They laid some crafty traps for us to trip and stumble in, But when we stick together, hell! How can we help but win? They went away, without their prey—they could not gather toll; Of all they do with bayonets they cannot dig for coal. The coal that Nature planted there for folks like me and you And not to yield up twelve percent to Mammon's favored few!

