| My name is King Cyrus, my order I give
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| You Jews can go back to your home
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| To build your holy temple again
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| In the land of Palestine
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| We’ve sung and danced o’er the hot rocky roads
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| Back to Eretz Yisroel’s land
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| We worked with plow and rake and hoe
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| And we blessed the works of our hands
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| My name is Ezra the Teacher man
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| I brought my scroll book along
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| I brought my flock to Yisroel
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| From that land called Babylon
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| I’ll read you my Talmud Torah book
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| And the prophet’s dreams to you
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| And you’ll be fertile and multiply
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| If you keep your Torah true
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| My name is Alexander the Great
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| More than half of this wide world is mine
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| Come stand around, my servants all
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| I’m wrapped on my bed here to die
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| As the King of Syria and Palestine
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| Antiochus the Fourth, you’ll stand
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| To kill the Jews if they refuse
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| To worship our idols and gods
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| My name is Hannah, my first born son
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| Now stands before this king
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| Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
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| By the soldiers I see him slain
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| It’s one by one my seven sons
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| In front of my eyes cut down
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| For keeping to the Torah laws
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| I pay with my warm blood now
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| My name is Mattathias, I’ve got five sons
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| In Modin City we dwell
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| They tried to make me bow down to their gods
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| Two of the King’s flunkeys I killed
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| A hundred or more who’ll fight to be Jews
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| Did come to these hills with me
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| On my death bed your leader I’ll name
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| €˜Tis Judah, the Macabee
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| My name is Judah, the Macabee
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| By the name of the hammer I’m called
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| We’ll pray to God before every fight
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| Till all of our enemies fall
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| Appolonius, the Governor, this day I killed
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| And his army we did bust
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| Some few of his soldiers run away in the wind
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| But most we’ve dropped dead in the dust
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| Syron is my name, from Syria came
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| To destroy that fool Macabee
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| My army was great, his army was small
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| But he somehow did win over me
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| To deliver the many to the hands of his few
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| For God this is no trick at all
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| In a few short hours my army did break
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| And we flooded this valley with blood
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| My name is Lysias, I dreamed up a plan
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| To burn the Jews tents as they slept
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| When I got there, their tents were all bare
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| And the Macabee’s army had left
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| He stormed my own camp as my soldiers did sleep
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| And he killed several thousand in fear
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| My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all
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| Judah hammered them down from the rear
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| My name is Jerusalem where Judah came back
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| To build up my Temple once more
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| To cut down the weeds and thorny brush
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| That grows ‘round my windows and doors
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| Whole stones, whole stones, we’ll build and pray
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| To God as a wholehearted Jew
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| God’s love the hateful many did place
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| In the hands of a God loving few
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| We found in our temple a little oil jug
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| Just enough for the lamps for one night
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| That one little jug burned Eight whole days
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| And it kept our new temple in light
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| Eight candles we’ll burn and a Ninth one too
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| Every New Year that comes and goes
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| We’ll think of the many in the hands of the few
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| And thank God we are seeds of the Jews |