We arrived in America on a ship.

My Father a master carpenter.

Tools in a canvas bag.

There was opportunity in America.

Immigrants could thrive.

Streets lined in gold.

My Father bought a new hammer

and a box of nails

There was opportunity in America

and immigrants did thrive


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