My mind’s made up, I’m going to build a wall, flower Of course, dear So beautiful and more than ten feet tall, flower Indeed, dear Old Hadrian showed the way to act A wall across that barren tract Because he couldn’t trust the Scots at all, flower Right, dear
Approaching some two thousand miles in length My wall will show security and strength Like Berlin’s wall in days long past It earns respect but mine will last Around the world they’ll know it as The Wall, flower Yes,
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