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No. 53. Keep them Burning.

Air: "Let the lower lights be burning."

Brightly beams the farmer's vision
From the dusty fields of toil,
For to him the Alliance giveth
Rescue from oppression's toil.

CHORUS.
Let the Alliance lights be burning —
Send a gleam across the land;
Some poor interest-burdened brother,
You may help to save his farm.

Dark oppressions — night has settled
Over lab'rers' humble doors —
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the Alliance light to pour.

Chorus.

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother —
Some poor farmer int'rest-pressed,
Trying hard to raise the mortgage,
While old Shylock may be left.

Chorus.

D. C. Nash.

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