The song of my people

Let me sing you the song of my people:

Life is hard in Dedham village.
The land is mostly good for growing granite boulders.
A fresh crop comes up every year.
We carry them by hand, and use them for building fences.
It snows from October to May.

God is harsh. Fear him.
The landowners are cruel.
(They have been since 1066.)

But don’t give up. Never give up.
Move west, find better land.
Build another wood-frame house.

And keep your eyes on the prize…

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