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SWEET ECHO WAKES HER MIMIC SONG.
  Then, all arise, and join in the glee,
  With a loud huzza, and three times three;
  Huzza! I'll give the land we live in,
  I'll give the land we live in.

Our captain always gives the king,
 His bosom, glows with loyal flame;
While all the deck in praises sing
 Of valiant Smith and Nelson's name.
God bless the land of liberty!
 The song, the toast is given;
And ever as it comes to me,
 I'll give the land we live in.
          Then all arise, &c.

Some folks may envy foreign parts,
 And wish to gain a distant shore;
But let them go with all our hearts,
 We shall be plagued with them no more.
God bless the land of liberty!
 The song, the toast is given;
And ever as it comes to me,
 I'll give the land we live in.
  Then all arise, and join in the glee,
  With a loud huzza, and three times three;
  Huzza! I'll give the land we live in,
  The glorious land we live in.

Sweet Echo Wakes Her Mimic Song.
The portals of the east divide,
The orient dawn is just descried,
          Mild and grey.
The starry fires elude the sight,
The shadows fly before the light,
          Far away.
Now, hark! the woodland haunt is found,
For now the merry bugles sound
          Their sylvan lay.
As each sweet measure floats along,
Sweet Echo wakes her mimic song,
          Far away.

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