I
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Hark tis the cannons roar I hear
Out in the lands so dark and drear
Destroying the foe who’ve gone astray
Far from the main folds away
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2
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Who’ll go and Storm their lines behind
Help us the wandering slaves to
Find
Who’ll bring the lost ones to the fold
Where they’ll be sheltered from the cold
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3
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Out in the plains hear their cry
Out in the mountains wild and High
Hark this the battle cry for thee
Go find the children where ever they be
Chorus:
Bring them in. Bring them in
Bring them in fron the fields of blood
Bring them in. Bring them in
Bring the wandering children to us