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Page |
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| Hail Columbia! happy land |
3-4 |
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| Why should we at our lot complain |
5-6 |
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| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
6-7 |
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| Silver moon that shines so bright, The |
7-8 |
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| Come, come my jolly hearts of gold |
8-10 |
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| On Primrose Hill there liv'd a lass |
10-12 |
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| Hail Independence, hail |
12-15 |
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| Before I became a Free Mason |
15-17 |
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| We'll sing to the praise of Augustus and Hiram |
17-18 |
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| Ah Delia, see the fatal hour |
19-21 |
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| Adieu, a heart fond warm adieu |
21-24 |
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24-26 |
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| Arise and blow thy trumpet, Fame |
26-28 |
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| Tobacco's but an Indian weed |
28 |
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| Come let us prepare |
29-30 |
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30-32 |
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| What scripture says |
32-36 |
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| Rose tree in full blooming, A |
36-37 |
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| Ye dull stupid mortals |
37-38 |
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| Come all you pretty young maids |
38-40 |
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| Tho' I sweep to and fro |
40-41 |
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| Why should our joys transform to pain |
42-44 |
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| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town |
44-46 |
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| Come each gallant lad |
46-48 |
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| Here's a nice new bow wow |
48-50 |
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| Gay Damon long studid my heart to obtain [sic] |
50-51 |
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| What sorrowful sounds do I hear |
51-53 |
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| Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze |
53-54 |
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| Spanking Jack was so comely |
54-56 |
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| When Holland gag'd and fetter'd sprawls |
56-59 |
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| Forever Fortune |
59-60 |
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