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  1. The worker’s trees are deepest red
    They shrouded oft our martyred dead;
    And ere their limbs grew stiff and blanch
    Their life-blood dyed their every branch…

  2. OK. We are now going to march through town in protest at lefties changing the words of O Tannenbaum and singing it as a left wing anthem.