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bow to Heav'n's high will — But quickly from yon airt - lers bring The

what is rich - er still, I leave you, mark me, mark me now&mdash; The

light - ened freedom's will&mdash; For, boy, The God of freedom blessed The

glo - ry grow - ing still&mdash; And twen-ty mil - lions bless the sire. And

Sword of Bun - ker Hill; But quick-ly from yon Sword of Bun - ker Hill; I leave you, mark me,

Sword of Bun - ker Hill; For, boy, the God of

Sword of Bun - ker Hill; And twen-ty mil - lions

ant - lers bring The Sword of Bun - ker Hill."

mark me now — The Sword of Bun - ker Hill."

free - dom blessed The Sword of Bun - ker Hill."

bless the sire, And Sword of Bun - ker Hill."