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 Tune.—"I think when I read that sweet story of old."

"Our voices we'll raise,

In loud anthems of praise,

Let them swell like the waves of the sea;

From the earth to the skies,

Let our glad praise arise,

Thank God old Columbia is FREE."

The homes of the brave,

Now contains not a slave;

Each homestead's a Liberty Tree;

And the story we'll sing,

"Till the welkin shall ring,

That all men are "

The flag of our Country

No longer is stained,

With the blood of the poor dying slave;

The master and fetters,

The yoke and the chains,

Now moulder in infamy's grave.

Success to our Country,

Success to our State;

May they grow in the strength of our God;

And the ","

Which say to our race,

You no longer are ruled by the rod.

Three cheers we will give,

To the twenty-nine States,

That made our freedom a law;

And those noble heroes,

Who fought for our rights,

We will give them a hearty hurrah!

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