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Handcart SongBack to Song Category List Page Song Lyrics:
Ye Saints who dwell on Europe's shore, Prepare yourself for many more To leave behind your native land, For sure God's judgements are at hand. For you must cross the raging main Before the promised land you gain, And with the faithful make a start To cross the plains with your handcart. Chorus: For some must push and some must pull As we go marching up the hill; So merrily on the way we go Until we reach the valley-o! And long befor the valley the valley's gained, We will be met upon the plains With music sweet and friens so dear And fresh supplies our heart to cheer. And then with music and with song, How cheerfully we'll march along And thank the day we made a start To cross the plains with our handcart. Chorus:
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