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 O! the war is over now,

&emsp;And we're safe at home again,

And the cause we starved and suffered for is won;

&emsp;But we never can forget,

'Mid our woe and 'mid our pain,

&emsp;How the glorious union boys came marching on.

&emsp;&emsp;Cho.&mdash;Yes, yes, yes, the boys came marching, etc.



America.

(Pat's Pick, page 51; Song Budget, page 66.)

My country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

&emsp;Of thee I sing!

Land where my fathers died;

Land of the pilgrim's pride;

From every mountain-side

&emsp;Let freedom ring!

My native country! thee,

Land of the noble free,

&emsp;Thy name I love.

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture thrills,

&emsp;Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees.

&emsp;Sweet freedom's song!