From the green fields at the South
Our folk is united after long
To the beautiful mountain to the North
We have with us that past we carry along
Those hard times made people fled
Time has tasted us all, we stand tall
Economic depression divided our creed
This ships that bring us pain must stop at all
Refreshed, recharged, and guided, we changed
The youth shouted and hailed, we all wanted
With our hearts in hand we marched to Rome
In the snow who fell, freezing our advance
Our retreat was slow, the final defiance
It drops me tears to remember that time
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