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OUR NATIVE LAND.
This is our Mother Country!
The dearest land;
The rarest land.
Round which the sea keeps sentry,
Or Ships are manned;
Or ships are manned.
Nothing but Heaven above her!
And here's my hand;
And here's my hand.
We are brothers all who love her,
Our Native Land;
Dear Native Land.
The dearest land;
The rarest land.
Round which the sea keeps sentry,
Or Ships are manned;
Or ships are manned.
Nothing but Heaven above her!
And here's my hand;
And here's my hand.
We are brothers all who love her,
Our Native Land;
Dear Native Land.
Afar and near they hail her,
With greetings warm;
With greetings warm.
The famous old brave Sailer,
That rode the storm;
Ay, many a storm.
Who would not die to save her,
Shall bear the brand;
The Coward's brand.
In love we never waver
For Native Land;
Dear Native Land.
With greetings warm;
With greetings warm.
The famous old brave Sailer,
That rode the storm;
Ay, many a storm.
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Shall bear the brand;
The Coward's brand.
In love we never waver
For Native Land;
Dear Native Land.
No matter where our place is,
We may go forth;
We may go forth.
And turn dead frozen faces
Home from the North;
Home from the North.
Or sink 'neath orient Heaven,
In burning sand;
Waste, desert sand.
Our lives shall still be given
For Native Land;
Dear Native Land
We may go forth;
We may go forth.
And turn dead frozen faces
Home from the North;
Home from the North.
Or sink 'neath orient Heaven,
In burning sand;
Waste, desert sand.
Our lives shall still be given
For Native Land;
Dear Native Land
Oft-times the Foe beheld us,
All torn apart;
All torn apart.
Although a blow would weld us
All one at heart;
All one at heart.
Now trust we in each other,
A little band;
A happy band.
As Children of one Mother!
Our Native Land;
Dear Native Land.
All torn apart;
All torn apart.
Although a blow would weld us
All one at heart;
All one at heart.
Now trust we in each other,
A little band;
A happy band.
As Children of one Mother!
Our Native Land;
Dear Native Land.
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Some new heroic story
The world shall learn;
The world shall learn.
If we who keep her glory
Are true and stern;
All true and stern.
Come wild and warring weather,
We ready stand;
All ready stand.
To fight or fall together
For Native Land;
Dear Native Land.
The world shall learn;
The world shall learn.
If we who keep her glory
Are true and stern;
All true and stern.
Come wild and warring weather,
We ready stand;
All ready stand.
To fight or fall together
For Native Land;
Dear Native Land.
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