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I'm one of the fewProud to be standingI walked up the pierFrom the tall ships a-landing My clothes were just rags No good in this weather But my back it was strong My hands, tough as leather I climbed up these hillsTil I came to the spot where I standI cleared these fieldsAnd I pulled up the stumps with my handsNo more a wanderer No more a refugeeFor a mountaineer is always freeI took a Cherokee bride She gave me five babies I sang at the wakesAnd I cried at the weddings I taught all my children The songs of my youthTo dance to the fiddleAnd practice the truthI carried them upon my shoulders Letras de cancionesTo where they could see The whole world before themJust so they would know what it meansNo more a wanderer No more a refugeeFor a mountaineer is always freeNo kings or landlordsTo treat us like beggars and thieves There's no one but God here to fear Or to look down on meNo more a wandererNo more a refugeeFor a mountaineer is always free From Letras Mania