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| The Eagle celebrates |
The nation is at peace on the field
Silence on every street
Foot wears decorate all foot mats,
Generators move the earth like a quake.
On the field there is love
There is oneness
And when Nigeria wins,
East dances Atigba
The west screams,
The north blows its trumpet,
And the south makes fish stew for merry.
We should then make the field our government
For peace to rain.
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