Action
Sow the wind and reap the storm
All along you’ll be forlorn
Take the bull and ride him down
Aways watching for your turn
Take the kettle by the steam
Down!
Wait for rain while dancing free
Never more you lady see
Create anger and the thrill
Of your bounding in the hills
Fight the giants in the dale
And come shouting up the trail
Shout!
Blowing the whistle at the mill
And your teammates get a thrill
If you cry then it’s too late
For the masters at the gate
Take the handle and the spear
And advance for victory’s near
Fight!
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