Come all ye faithful
Tired weathered and true
I'm to gather a band of men
We are to liberate Timbuktu
I know it's not politically
Correct or courageous
To follow our broken hearts
And ignore the clever sages
So let's march down the dirt road
Until we win or die
And let's let our state's continence
Dictate our peace of mind
Along a righteous path of virtue
Where only few have rolled
Let the folklore and the essays
Immortalize our souls
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