O-ne trouble after another
L-ets you all the more gets stronger;
I-nstead of wondering why,
V-ery well you know it
E-ver.
A-s you hold on tight,
R-ugged wind won't make you cry;
A-midst inclement clime,
N-o way will your hope die.
D-on't ever lose your grip,
I-n spite of the rough sea;
A-s you hold on tight, abound in faith in the Almighty.
E-leventh day November,
N-ever be afraid of the night;
D-arkness cannot blind you,
A-s you hold on
T-ight.
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