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Come let us prepare |
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We brothers that are |
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Joined on this merry occasion; |
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Let's drink, laugh and sing; |
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Our wine has a spring, |
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Here's health to the men of the nation. |
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The world is in pain |
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Our secrets to gain |
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But still let them guess and gaze on; |
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They'll never divine |
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The word or the sign |
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Of free and strong men of the nation. |
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It's this and it's that |
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They cannot tell why |
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So many great men of the nation |
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Should aprons put on |
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To make themselves one |
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With the men who have found their salvation. |
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Then joined hand in hand |
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To each other we'll stand |
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Be merry with bright faces on; |
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What mortal can boast |
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So noble a toast |
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As free and strong men of the nation! |