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

CHORUS. Roll proudly on!—brave blood is with thee sweeping. Poured out by sons of thine, poured out by sons of thine, Where sword and spirit forth in joy were leaping, Like thee, victorious Rhine! Like thee, victorious Rhine!