.And itâs a call to arms
Weâll march across the land
File in to make a change
Among men, with your hands
I was born in a swamp
In a summer spawned of the hottest heat
My father was a roaminâ tramp
My mother was a gypsy sweet
I was conceived in the summer sun
Spont.
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