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of America, come to the colors;

Gather in arms round the Red, White and Blue!

Far over land and sea a bugle note is ringing;

Sons of America, it sounds for you!

Long have ye stood apart, the conflict grim beholding,

Safe in your distance and calm in your might;

Now, in the hour of need, your banner proud unfolding,

Sons of America, uphold the right!

Kingdoms may pass away in tumult resounding,

Thrones and dominions may crumble and fall;