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Your native coast Has much to boast Of glorious name; Both ancient lore And modern store Uphold its fame.

Your'e proud, I fear, In Boston, dear; I wish you would Just come and share Our country fare, T' would do you good.

Our rustic ways And boisterous plays Perhaps might fright you; But the sweet birds And lambs, and herds Must sure delight you.