Across virgin land the pioneers traveled
In covered wagons built of dreams,
Pursuing a course of reckless action,
Planned by their own schemes.
They traveled over rugged terrain unknown
Searching and longing to be free.
' Westward Ho' was their inspiring cry,
From mountains and plains to shining sea.
No overland route was found to be secure,
Their life and possessions were gambled,
Migrating through uncharted and hostile land,
As on and on the wagon train rambled.
Led by the aggressive wagon master,
The loyal pioneers adhered to his command.
His keen leadership paved the weary way,
And guided them westward to a promising land.
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