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My name is King Cyrus, my order I give,
You Jews can go back to your home
To build your holy temple again
In the land of Palestine.
Weve sung and danced oer the hot rocky roads
Back to Eretz Yisroels land
We worked with plow and rake and hoe
And we blessed the works of our hands
My name is Ezra the Teacher man
I brought my scroll book along
I brought my flock to Yisroel
From that land called Babylon
Ill read you my Talmud Torah book
And the prophets dreams to you
And youll be fertile and multiply
If you keep your Torah true
My name is Alexander the Great
More than half of this wide world is mine
Come stand around, my servants all
Im wrapped on my bed here to die
As the King of Syria and Palestine
Antiochus the Fourth, youll stand
To kill the Jews if they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By the soldiers I see him slain
Its one by one my seven sons
In front of my eyes cut down
For keeping to the Torah laws
I pay with my warm blood now
My name is Mattathias, Ive got five sons
In Modin City we dwell
They tried to make me bow down to their gods
Two of the Kings flunkeys I killed
A hundred or more wholl fight to be Jews
Did come to these hills with me
On my death bed your leader Ill name
Tis Judah, the Macabee
My name is Judah, the Macabee
By the name of the hammer Im called
Well pray to God before every fight
Till all of our enemies fall
Appolonius, the Governor, this day I killed
And his army we did bust
Some few of his soldiers run away in the wind
But most weve dropped dead in the dust
Syron is my name, from Syria came
To destroy that fool Macabee
My army was great, his army was small
But he somehow did win over me
To deliver the many to the hands of his few
For God this is no trick at all
In a few short hours my army did break
And we flooded this valley with blood
My name is Lysias, I dreamed up a plan
To burn the Jews tents as they slept
When I got there, their tents were all bare
And the Macabees army had left
He stormed my own camp as my soldiers did sleep
And he killed several thousand in fear
My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all
Judah hammered them down from the rear
My name is Jerusalem where Judah came back
To build up my Temple once more
To cut down the weeds and th*rny brush
That grows round my windows and doors
Whole stones, whole stones, well build and pray
To God as a wholehearted Jew
Gods love the hateful many did place
In the hands of a God loving few
We found in our temple a little oil jug
Just enough for the lamps for one night
That one little jug burned Eight whole days
And it kept our new temple in light
Eight candles well burn and a Ninth one too
Every New Year that comes and goes
Well think of the many in the hands of the few
And thank God we are seeds of the Jews