From Oleg:
Of Idaho
These rolling hills are Irish-Green
But those who herein dwell
Have rifles that reach a mile
To send Cromwell's hosts to hell
To them Ruby Ridge was a warning
An alert to the fair and free
Like other, more recent incursions
Against them and you and me
Enjoy rolling hills of Idaho
They look Irish but hold more lead
In case someday reason fails
And the living might envy the dead
The Federal hydra seldom
Comes into these rolling hills
To it the climate is noisome
Though the locals are dressed to kill
Plain are natives of green and beauty
Simple and rough their talk
But they have enough math to know
How far long-range bullets drop
These rolling hills are Irish-Green
But those who herein dwell
Though wishing for peace and quiet
In war would do rather well
To them you are valued visitor
By whom they strive to do right
Those who come in friendship
Need not fear the rifles' might
These rolling hills aren't Ireland
But a more formidable land
And despite all the Pharaoh's armies
These people will win in the end
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