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1 Our native land, to thee we cling,
Tune the joyful lay;
To thee our purest laurels bring,
Tune the joyful lay.
In weal or woe, in good or ill,
Tune the joyful lay;
Let freedom be our motto still,
Tune the joyful lay.
Chorus:
The banner is waving o'er us,
Tune the joyful lay;
Thy foes shall fall before us,
Tune the joyful lay.
2 The cause of truth and right must stand,
Tune the joyful lay;
Against rebellion's cruel hand,
Tune the joyful lay.
Our Union's bark the storm shall brave,
Tune the joyful lay,
And ride exulting o'er the wave
Tune the joyful lay.
3 Then let our mutual feelings blend,
Tune the joyful lay;
Our earnest prayer to heaven ascend,
Tune the joyful lay,
That peace may weave her golden chain,
Tune the joyful lay;
Around our native land again,
Tune the joyful lay.
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