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Columbia is a gallant barque,
And gallant tars defend her;
Her's is a sail, that cannot fly,
And never will surrender!
Where heaven displays its cloudless blue,
Where winds and waves can bear her,
Her voice in thunder speaks on high,
And distant nations fear her.
And gallant tars defend her;
Her's is a sail, that cannot fly,
And never will surrender!
Where heaven displays its cloudless blue,
Where winds and waves can bear her,
Her voice in thunder speaks on high,
And distant nations fear her.
Her stars were rent from deepest night,
When tyranny was riding
From pole to pole, in awful might,
With none its wrath abiding.
Those stars within her banner placed,
Illum'd the world around her;
Whilst freedom came, with look of flame,
And from her chains unbound her!
When tyranny was riding
From pole to pole, in awful might,
With none its wrath abiding.
Those stars within her banner placed,
Illum'd the world around her;
Whilst freedom came, with look of flame,
And from her chains unbound her!
And whilst the storm was flashing high,
And 'mid the lightning's glaring,
Those stars were seen to breast the sky,
With hope, the hopeless cheering.
And now those stars shall gleam aloft,
Where winds and waves can bear them,
Whilst freedom's votary still shall love
And freedom's foe shall fear them.
And 'mid the lightning's glaring,
Those stars were seen to breast the sky,
With hope, the hopeless cheering.
And now those stars shall gleam aloft,
Where winds and waves can bear them,
Whilst freedom's votary still shall love
And freedom's foe shall fear them.
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