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Where sparkling gush our fountains,
No tyrant's voice is heard;
Above our rugged mountains,

Soars freedom's tameless bird. This happy land, with blessings rife, Our fathers earned in holy strife; Then from our vales and mountains, Let freedom's shout be heard '

From o'er the rolling waters,

Our fathers, bold and free, Sought, for their sons and daughters, A home of liberty.

Behold that home around us bloom;

'Tis fill'd with flow'rs and sweet perfume. New-England's sons and daughters, Rejoice in liberty!

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Forget not, then, the story,
How came our liberty;

But emulate the glory

Of those who crossed the sea. The light of truth shall ever shine,

And ne'er New-England shall decline, But be, 'till earth is hoary,

The home of liberty.

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Save me from speeches he es-capes you,

1. Short speech suf-fi- ces Deep tho't to show, When you, with wisdom, Say yes, or no. 2. Time nev-er lingers, Moves never slow, While he per-mits it,

Say yes,or no.

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Deep may the import,
For joy or woe,
Be in the utterance
Of yes, or no;
If even these, then,
You would forego,
Eyes, sparkling eyes, shall
Say yes, or no

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Though joy in other climes be found,
There's purer joy at home,
And I the world might wander round,
In distant climes might roam,
But never to my soul be known,
Upon a foreign strand,

The peace, the hope, the pride I own
In this, my native land.

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Though other fields may be as green,
And other skies as blue,

And other faces fair are seen,

And hearts be found as true,— Yes, though 'tis ruled by mildest rule, Or swayed by lawless hand, With joy, with pride, what e'er betide, "'ll love my native land.

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