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3. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, 'Mid the havoc of war and the battles confusion, A home and a country theycl leave us no more! Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution;
No refuge could save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave. |
4. Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand, Between their lovd homes and the wars desolation, Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n rescued land, Praise the pow'r that Hath made and preserved us a nation; Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, And this be our motto,"ln God is our trust!" |
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