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Peter Crampton The Ditch DiggersGod give us strength to do that which we need We grunt and groan our backs incur the tolls Careful but often we happen to bleed. Looking up we can see the midday sun Breaking and clearing could not be less fun No doubt we’ll work the dirt until we’re done But for now the ditch diggers work as one. Never ending sweat rolls down on my spine Holes are dug and piles built high and low Continuing we see no cause to whine Each victory defeats another foe. Ditch diggers know the way to work the land No slackers present and no wasted hands. |
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]
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