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| In a chariot of light from the regions of day, The Goddess of Liberty came; Ten thousand celestials directed the way A fair budding branch from the gardens above, She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love, The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground, The fame of its fruit drew the nations around, Unmindful of names or distinction they came, With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued, Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old, Unvexed with the troubles of silver and gold, With timber and tar they Old England supplied, Her battles they fought, without getting a groat, But hear, O ye swains, 'tis a tale most profane, Kings, Commons, and Lords, are uniting amain From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms Let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer, |
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