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Maine Lumberjacks 179
n Now to our local firemen
And strangers who came too, Yhey fought as only men could fight,
And showed their worth to you; And when the years have passed and gone,
To children yet unborn They'll tell how they stood like pyramids
To hail the coming morn.
12 There's one more verse it's to our God
Who dwells beyond the skies, He can change our sad afflictions
And let silver clouds roll by. For we'll clasp the hem of his garment
Without a dread or fear, For in the hollow of his hand he holds us
And can stay the silent tear.