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 You hear the sounds of healthful toil,

And youth's gay shout and childhood's glee,

And every one in safety dwells,

And all are free.

We 're brothers all from South to North,

One bond will draw us to agree—

We love this country of our birth—

We love the free—

We love the name of Washington,

I lisped it on my father's knee—

And we shall ne'er forget the name

While we are free.

My Land, my own dear native Land,

Thou art a lovely land to me;

I bless my God that I was born

Where man is free!