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THE CHARTERED HIGH HAND


Tell Pharaoh not to brag so much
For Israel will return
Tell Joseph's bone to carry on
For Israel will be gone

While dancing seas are waiting by
Tell Israel not to cry
For Pharaoh's threat and army by
Will be sunk to its lie.

Not by my word, the mortal pain
To cease and hush its tongue
For Israel leaves for Canaan land
And nothing can be done

They leave with goats and chickens, all
Battalions gone; a throng
With gold and silver, every stuff
And vessels of return

Tell Pharaoh not to scheme around
For Israel's God seeks not
His mess at all or stubbornness
Tonight, his son will die

To crown it all, the raging sea
Shall swallow all his guns
His charioteers and tough men too
Will go down to its turns.


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THE CHARTERED HIGH HAND

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