We have fought so much for the nation
In the tents we helped to divide; 
Shall the cause of our common fathers
On our earthstones lie denied? 
For the price of a field we have wrangled
While the weather rusted the plow,
' twas yours and 'twas mine and 'tis ours yet
And it's time to be fencing it now.                
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