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Let’s crawl back to the old country

And live again the green sea and ships of milky blue

The donkey with soulful eyes pulls the trap with easy steps

Down rutted lanes over sparkling streams

Home to a peaceful dawn where

People wake up crying in the

morning rain.

Let’s crawl back to the old country avoiding the

Bombs and barricades and live again

the green sea.