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SINGLE VOICE. is the Rhine! our mountain vineyards laving, I see the bright flood shine! Sing on the march, with every banner waving— Sing, Brothers! 'tis the Rhine!

CHORUS. The Rhine, the Rhine! our own imperial River! Be glory on thy track! We left thy shores, to die or to deliver— We bear thee Freedom back!

SINGLE VOICE. Hail! Hail! my childhood knew thy rush of water, Ev'n as my mother's song! That sound went past me on the field of slaughter, And heart and arm grew strong! S