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Maine Lumberjacks 161
And all along the boundary line,
There's pasturing for cattle; But where that line of boundary is,
We must decide by battle.
4 We do not care about the land,
But they shan't hook it from us; Our country, right or wrong, we cry —
No budging or compromise. So — beat the sheepskin — blow the fife, And march in training order; - Our way is through the wilderness, And all along the border.