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 Where the song of freedom soundeth,

Merrily oh! merrily oh!

There the warrior's arms

Shed more splendour,

There the maidens chains

Shine more tender,

Every joy the land surroundeth,

Merrily oh! merrily oh!

Wearily every bosom pineth,

Wearily oh! wearily oh!

Where the bond of slavery twineth,

Wearily oh wearily oh!

There the warrior's dart

Hath no fleetness,

There the maiden's heart

Hath no sweetness,

Every flower of life declineth,

Wearily oh! wearily oh!

Cheerily then from hill and valley,

Cheerily oh! cheerily oh!

From your native mountains sally,

Cheerily oh! cheerily oh!

If a glorious death

Won by bravery,

Sweeter be than breath

Sigh'd in slavery,