The smoke still hangs over broken towns, The rivers run dark as the mills shut down, But we won’t bow low, we won’t bend the knee, This land is ours — we’ll keep the North free. Raise your voice in the frozen night, For the working hands, for what is right, From the pine-clad hills to the storm-torn sea, We’ll stand our ground — we’ll keep the North free. They sold our coal, they sold our steel, Fed us scraps from their crooked deals, But the cold wind sings, and it carries our plea: Don’t chain our lives, we’ll keep the North free. Raise your voice in the frozen night, For the working hands, for what is right, From the pine-clad hills to the storm-torn sea, We’ll stand our ground — we’ll keep the North free. The flag they wave has lost its star, The borders cut like a jagged scar, But we’ve still got song, and we’ve still got fire, We’ll build a world that won’t expire. Raise your voice in the frozen night, For the working hands, for what is right, From the pine-clad hills to the storm-torn sea, Our hearts won’t break — we’ll keep the North free.
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