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The Hand Cart Song
Burl Ives
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This song, sung by the courageous Mormons
as they crossed the country on foot into Utah,
describes one of the most memorable migrations of all times.
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Ye Saints who dwell on Europeโs shore,
Prepare yourselves for many more,
To leave behind your native land, for sure,
Godโs judgments are at hand.
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For some must push and some must pull,
As we go marching up the hill,
So merrily on our way we go,
Until we reach the valley, oh!
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For you must cross the raging main
Before the promised land you gain,
And with the faithful make a start
To cross the plains with your hand-cart.
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The lands that boast of modern light,
We know are all as dark as night,
Where poor men toil and want for bread,
Where peasant hosts are blindly led.
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These lands that boast of liberty,
You neโer again would wish to see,
When you from Europe make your start
To cross the plains with your hand-cart.
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For some must push and some must pull,
As we go marching up the hill,
So merrily on our way we go,
Until we reach the valley, oh!
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As on the road the carts are pulled,
'Twould very much surprise the world,
To see the old and the feeble dame
Thus lend a hand to pull the same.
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And maidens fair will dance and sing,
Young men as happy as a king.
And children too will laugh and play,
Their strength increasing day by day.
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For some must push and some must pull,
As we go marching up the hill,
So merrily on our way we go,
Until we reach the valley, oh!
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And long before the valleyโs gained,
We will be met upon the plain,
With music sweet and friends so dear,
And fresh supplies our hearts to cheer.
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And then with music and with song,
How cheerfully we'll march along,
And then the day we'll make a start
To cross the plains with our hand-cart.
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For some must push and some must pull,
As we go marching up the hill,
So merrily on our way we go,
Until we reach the valley, oh!
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When you get there among the rest,
Obedient be and you'll be blest,
And in Godโs chambers be shut in
With judgments cleanse the earth from sin.
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For we do know it will be so,
Godโs servants spoke it long ago,
We say it is high time to start
To cross the plains with your hand-cart.
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For some must push and some must pull,
As we go marching up the hill,
So merrily on our way we go,
Until we reach the valley, oh!
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