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His father's sword- he has girded on ' e F( N" ^" i' w0 J( v" Dand his wild harp slung- be-hind him t4 Z: _4 f5 X. l9 T" I, e! e$ L+ ~"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard ' d ]8 O+ s7 x* r9 G'Though all the world betrays- thee, 8 F( M7 F+ O2 X" @2 G
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 9 E& B2 R3 ]5 xone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee " V, U. k8 Y$ i6 H- w; E- f0 [% K
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The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 9 O0 f3 H5 A' `) y0 G
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder # K3 B" X/ Y7 j# T1 c+ G: \9 J( lAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, * j% T% C6 o3 P, ]/ f" `Thou soul of love and bravery. % m* }: M9 L6 y0 T- U& XThy songs were made for the pure and the free, 6 q0 b" I8 I/ j
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