They came by boat
The carpenter and homemaker
Forging a frontier
Them were gruesome times
His son built by the river
Round horseshoe’s bend
Served his town damn well
A man of faith about town
Upon a black horse rode his son
Undertaker in fine thread
Drawn by our ancient seas
Traded in ochre and wood
One of nine was to follow
He never had an idle hand
Spreading yield around the regions
Farmer, butcher a father
Houses came rolling in
The name was left behind
Found her man early on
Young woman who passed by
Her daughter did it hard
Raised up in countless homes
Spreading rare dollars a mile
Were two sons
For those who toiled
From dawn to dusk
I left a town behind
Can’t hang my hat in
It’s ever looming
Shadow on the hill
Where the cemeteries calling out
To lay six feet down
In a dynasty I belong to
Round horseshoe’s bend
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