Expedition
The explorers are nine,
Voyaging to a goldmine:
A quarry conceiling glistening gold;
None needn't tarry to be told,
Before mounting hurriedly his horse -
Well-resolved to stay on course;
Big game can cross their way;
Ahead some large rivers may lay;
Energy in them will wax wane;
Nerves too shall soon strain;
Not to weary the men maintain;
To bear the brunt they all remain,
Until they reach destination desired
And get good gold acquired.
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