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THE LONG RIGHT HAND.
With our strong right hand and our long right hand
We have broken the desert dearth,
And the thin red line is an iron band
Which has girdled around the earth;
And the slave-whip's crack from our conquering track
Has fled with its crimson crime,
And old England's sword that would serve the Lord
Has begun the better time.
With our long right hand and our strong right hand
We have sentinelled half the globe,
For the ocean isle and the Indian land
Are the gems of our country's robe.
We have broken the desert dearth,
And the thin red line is an iron band
Which has girdled around the earth;
And the slave-whip's crack from our conquering track
Has fled with its crimson crime,
And old England's sword that would serve the Lord
Has begun the better time.
With our long right hand and our strong right hand
We have sentinelled half the globe,
For the ocean isle and the Indian land
Are the gems of our country's robe.
With our glorious wont and victorious front
We have gathered the peoples in,
Till they bathed in our blessed Freedom's font
And awoke to a common kin.
For our briny walls and the palace halls
And our fame beneath the skies,
Have not builded us fair with the sun and air—
But the breath of our liberties.
With our glorious wont and victorious front,
We have bridled all winds and waves;
While we scatter the powers of woe and want,
On the path of our heroes' graves.
We have gathered the peoples in,
Till they bathed in our blessed Freedom's font
And awoke to a common kin.
For our briny walls and the palace halls
And our fame beneath the skies,
Have not builded us fair with the sun and air—
But the breath of our liberties.
With our glorious wont and victorious front,
We have bridled all winds and waves;
While we scatter the powers of woe and want,
On the path of our heroes' graves.
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In our fearless way to the tearless Day
We have harnessed the fire and flood,
And the fields most far from its quickening ray
Are enriched by our martyrs' blood.
We have borne on our breast for the sufferers' rest
The worst wounds of the battle shock,
That the feeblest race might receive some grace
And a home in our equal Rock.
In our fearless way to the tearless Day
We have carried the lamp of Truth,
And the kingdoms crushed by a tyrant sway
Have arisen to dawn of youth.
We have harnessed the fire and flood,
And the fields most far from its quickening ray
Are enriched by our martyrs' blood.
We have borne on our breast for the sufferers' rest
The worst wounds of the battle shock,
That the feeblest race might receive some grace
And a home in our equal Rock.
In our fearless way to the tearless Day
We have carried the lamp of Truth,
And the kingdoms crushed by a tyrant sway
Have arisen to dawn of youth.
With our long right hand and our strong right hand
We have leavened the world with law,
And the nations now all enfranchised stand
In the shade of its sheltering awe.
We have planted and sowed, we have never owed
But we paid with a double meed;
And the earth is more great than its old estate,
From the fruits of our gallant creed.
With our strong right hand and our long right hand,
We have shattered the league of Ill;
And the harvest won, from the sire to son,
We will keep for our children still.
We have leavened the world with law,
And the nations now all enfranchised stand
In the shade of its sheltering awe.
We have planted and sowed, we have never owed
But we paid with a double meed;
And the earth is more great than its old estate,
From the fruits of our gallant creed.
With our strong right hand and our long right hand,
We have shattered the league of Ill;
And the harvest won, from the sire to son,
We will keep for our children still.
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