Jasin
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In the wild New England ranges came the word one fateful day, To every town and village, that a boy had lost his way. All the townsfolk quickly gathered and the wild bush horses tossed, As they went to search the ranges for a little boy lost, They went to search the ranges for a little boy lost. A lad of just four summers, Stephen Walls, that is his name, And nobody doubts his courage, 'cause he's hardy and he's game, But there's danger in this country that man has seldom crossed, And they wonder if they'll find alive this little boy lost, And they wonder if they'll find alive this little boy lost.
Came the night, came the morning. Another night, another dawning, And a mother weeps in silence as she kneels before the Cross, And she prays to God in heaven for her little boy lost, And she prays to God in heaven for her little boy lost.
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