The land of washingt ton.
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glory in the sages,
Who, in the days OF yore,
In combat me I the foeman,
And drove them from our shore:
Who flung our banners starry field,
In triumph 10 the breeze,
And spread broad maps OF cities where,
Once waved the forest trees.


Hurrah!
glory in the spirit
Which goaded them to rise,
And found mighty nation
Beneath the western skies.
No cline so bright, so beautiful
AS that where sets the sun;
No land so fertile, free md fair
AS that Of Washington.


Hurrah!