SARAH
Oh Sarah
My rock of ages
Most humble and
noble pavilion
Can't stray away
Sons and daughters
Oh Sarah
My queen of ages
The star shines And glitters
For the non believers
For the non believers
Like the grass that withers
The heathen burns away
Fruits of all weather for the laborers
Honey for the bee a mammoth for the weaver
Enter the gates of Sodom and Gomorrah
Walls of horror deserve no honor
A maker tick for the weak
The sheep stray when the shepherd away
Sarah I mourn all the while
the monarchy and ancestry
the monarchy and ancestry
Oh Sarah
My rock of ages
My Sarah, My Sahara
My Kalahari
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