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Here's a land where all are equal, / Of high and lowly birth; / A land where men make millions / Dug from the dreary earth. / Here the meek and mild-eyed burros / On mineral mountains feed, / It's day all day in the day-time, / And there is no night in Creede.
The cliffs are solid silver, / With wondrous wealth untold; / And the beds of the running rivers / Are lined with purest gold. / While the world is filled with sorrow / And hearts must break and bleed, / It's day all day in the day-time, / And there is no night in Creede.