'OH COME DER THE OCEAN, MY


LOVE, TO ME-
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oh come DER the ocean, my love, to me,
Where have happy home for thee;
For never again shall cross The waves
To live amid crouching and euailng slaves.
Oh! ! long to press in this happy land,
Thy fond, fond heart, and thy honored hand
Grieye not, my love, that you leave behind
The friends of youth, for you cannot find
A heart so fond as this heart of mine,
Whose every throb is to meet with thine.
Then haste, oh haste TO share with me
The joys Of love in the 'land of the free.'
Avoid each ship with the British rag,
And sail meath the Unions glorious flag:
Mid thousand flags il will catch thine eve.
For it carries the stripes and stars on high.
Oh love thy flag, for it boldly hings
Its proud defiance al Europe's kings.
And ! hate those kings, for wherever they reign
Is heard the cank OF the tyrant's chain;
But this glorious Union hath nobly freed
It's soil from the curse of the royal breed.
0h ! long to press, in this happy land,
Thy fond, fond heart, and thy honored hand.