The Mines.
Of the patriot bosoms that bleed and die
For a cause so holy, an aim so high!
Do they share no part of the glorious claim?
Hath their life no thrill for Columbia's fame?
They answer, they answer, their true hands reach
A better language than empty speech!
They open the vaults where the gold dust shines,
They give us the key of the silver mines!
For a cause so holy, an aim so high!
Do they share no part of the glorious claim?
Hath their life no thrill for Columbia's fame?
They answer, they answer, their true hands reach
A better language than empty speech!
They open the vaults where the gold dust shines,
They give us the key of the silver mines!
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