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By the rivers of babylon, there we sat down
Ye-eah we wept, when we remembered zion.
They rode in the morning
Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas Mountain foothills leading down to Marakesh
For Mohammed and Morocco
We had taken up our guns
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
Ribbons of blue
Remind me of you
Ribbons of red
Are the way that my heart bled
Memories so clear
Are still ringing in my ears
So I wanna send to you
My Ol’ ribbons of blue
He was black and handsome
And mighty mighty brave
Comin’ from the backwoods
The grandson of a slave
He was caught for something
They knew he’d never done
And he was diggin’ ditches
Out in the burnin’ sun
