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By John F Beckett, The Memory of Washington May it never be forgot - while the Earth bears a plant or the Sea rolls a wave By Rufus Ball John P Hale The faithful and fearless, may his name ever be remembered by the friends of Equal Rights, [[underlined]] Song Composed and Sung by B.F. Whittemore [[/underlined]] This is the morn Columbia Smiles & so my friends should we Tho roaming oer the stormy waste, or wandering oer the Sea For memory speaks tis [[underlined]] Freedoms [[/underlined]] day the great and glorious Fourth Which gives us joy & happiness throughout our native earth Ye Sons of proud America, the word declares you free Come celebrate this happy day, with a merry Jubilee The air resounds oer hill oer dale with Freemens well tuned voices The Stars and Stripes are floating high a nation now rejoices The high the low the [[insertion]] great [[/insertion]][[strikethrough]] small [[/strikethrough]] the small exalting all as one In praises what we now enjoy and what our Fathers won Each patriotic in his heart His soul it seems to say Fly hence oppression cruel for tis Independence day Then let it still be said of us though numbering a few We kept the day all glorious Americans true blue We scorn as Freeman while we live its memory to forget For Sacred as it ever was our Freedom is it yet Old Capitol thou never shall be among the silent numbered No history eer shall a page that we regardless slumbered For ever mindful of the past its sentiments our worth As Americans we thunder out the great and glorious Fourth. For we are all true hearted Americans like those of olden time.
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