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SongTUNE --- "America." Come, brothers, shout his name, His laureled deeds proclaim, In song and glee; Who showed his worth in fight And deeds of power and might, When War's dark hours, like night, Enwrapt the Free. Dauntless he met the foe, And dealt for us a blow, When hopes were slim; For such high valor, then Columbia's sons again Will shout from mount and glen, 'Hail to him.' A nation's anthem sounds From the Western prairie grounds And Eastern hills; We hear its echoing cry Along the vaulted sky, Where Freedom's banner high, Gleams as it fills. |