The time has come at last my friends to roll my tent and go,
I leave you here but have no fear though stormy winds may blow;
The gates will still need guarding, the fence must be patrolled,
Throughout the days of summer heat and nights of bitter cold.
And so I now salute you, Good Luck, Goodbye, God Bless
I sign the record this last time
At Ease Men.
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