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 He could measure the worth of an acre of land

 And say when the wind would blow

Reach down to the earth as it ran through his hand

 He’d tell you just what he could grow

 His family had stood on these ridges and hills

Seven generations or more

Born to the fields, the streams & the sky

Now he’s a man of war

Strong winds, bring him back, haul away

When his father fell the land was carved

One piece for every son

There was barely enough for a family to feed

Hardly enough for one

So he went to the harbour, stood on the quay

Saw the waves crash to the shire

Turning the cries of a man of the land

Into a man of war

Strong winds, bring him back, haul away