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Traditional, "Battle Hymn Of The Republic"
My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling on the village where the grapes are wrapped and stored,
They have seen the fateful lightning of His terrible slick sword
His troops is marching on
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
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