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Freedom, sweet the glory
Wreathed about thy brow!
Dear the olden story
How thou camest to grow!
Blest the happy nation
Where thy voice is heard;
High or low in station,
All obey thy word.
In the trembling forest,
Freedom, thou art there!
Every feathered chorist
Tenders thee a prayer!
E'en the scented blossoms
Breathe their love for thee;
In their velvet bosoms
Dwells in ecstasy.
'Neath the shining waters,
On the pathless sea,
Found are fitting quarters,
Freedom, still for thee!
Lilies by the willows
Wave their snow arms;
White and rushing billows,
All applaud thy charms!
On the field of battle
Where dire missiles fly,
Where the swift shot rattles,
Good it is to die.
Good for freedom tarries
On the battlefield,
Dying pangs it parries
With its potent shield.
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6 5 6 5 D
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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FREEDOM
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6 5 6 5 D
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