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(final version)
Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry him home; Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry him home. He looked over Dobbin, and what did he see, Comin' for to carry him home? A band of Hood'ners comin' after he, Comin' for to carry him home
We shall not, we shall not be moved We shall not, we shall not be moved Just like a horse that's standing by its halter We shall not be moved
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