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BLESSD on his own paternal farm, | |
Contented, yet acquiring; | |
Below ambitions gilded charm, | |
Yet rich beyond desiring; | |
The hill-born rustic, hale and gay, | 5 |
Ere prattling swallows sally, | |
Or ere the pine-top spies the day, | |
Sings cheerly through his valley. | |
Green Mountains, echo Heavens decree! | |
Live, Virtue, Law, and Liberty. | 10 |
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With love, and plenty, peace, and health, | |
Enrichd by honest labour, | |
He cheers the friend of humbler wealth, | |
Nor courts his prouder neighbour; | |
At eve, returning home, he meets | 15 |
His nut-brown lass, so loving; | |
And still his constant strain repeats, | |
Through groves and meadows roving, Green Mountains, &c. | |
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Should factions wily serpent spring, | |
With treacherous folds to entwine him, | 20 |
Undaunted by his venomd sting, | |
To flames he would consign him. | |
The hardy yeoman, like the oak | |
That shades his woodland border, | |
Would baffle Anarchs vengeful stroke, | 25 |
To shelter law and order. Green Mountains, &c. | |
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Should hostile fleets our shores assail, | |
By home-bred traitors aided, | |
No free-born hand would till the vale | |
By slavery degraded; | 30 |
Each heart would join the patriot brave, | |
To die proud Freedoms martyr, | |
And shed its latest drop to save | |
His countrys glorious charter. | |
Green Mountains echo then would be, | 35 |
Fight on, fight on, for Liberty! | |
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