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Our hounds, no cause to howl – our wives, no need to weep
Death’s angel kept safe distance – our sons are sound asleep
Our neighbors part with artifacts – their Pharaoh seeing red
Tonight they are insomniacs – awake to mourn their dead
We’re bent and well-behaved – call us cowards or unwise
We’re free to stay enslaved – to wait for dough to rise
We eat our meat too casually; our whimsy is our sin
We’ve grown accustomed gradually to whips upon our skin
But we’re children of distinction - of covenant and pledge
Between us and the hardening heart, an ever-widening wedge
Now bless the God who calls us, and curse our dragging feet
From these quiet streets of Goshen ‘til our wandering is complete