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Insolvency, sublime!
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Our Fathers being weary
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Laid down on Bunker Hill
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And tho' full many a morning
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Yet they are sleeping still
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The trumpet, sir, shall wake them
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In dreams I see them rise
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Each with a solemn musket
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A marching to the skies!
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A coward will remain, Sir
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Until the fight is done
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But an immortal hero
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Good bye, Sir, I am going
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My country calleth me
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Allow me, Sir, at parting
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To wipe my weeping e'e.
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In token of our friendship
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Accept this "Bonnie Doon"
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And when the hand that plucked it
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Hath passed beyond the moon
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The memory of my ashes
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Then, farewell, Tuscarora
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Will consolation be
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And farewell, Sir, to thee!
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"Speech"—is a prank of Parliament—
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"Tears"—is a trick of the nerve—
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But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
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Doesn't—always—move—
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"And with what body do they come?"—
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Then they do come—Rejoice!
