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Rh Such as this world never knew.

Peace and Justice,

Freedom, Progress,

Are the blessings we can seize

When the flag we call Old Glory

Is unfurling to the breeze.

When the cry of battling nations

Reaches us across the space

Of the wild tumultuous ocean,

Hearts are stirred with deep emotion

For the saving of the race!

Peace foregoing,

Aid bestowing,

Bugles blowing,

First we drop on bended knees,

Then with shouts our Grand Old Glory

We set flaunting to the breeze!

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