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| BLESS’D on his own paternal farm, | |
| Contented, yet acquiring; | |
| Below ambition’s 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 Heaven’s decree! | |
| Live, Virtue, Law, and Liberty. | 10 |
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| With love, and plenty, peace, and health, | |
| Enrich’d 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 faction’s wily serpent spring, | |
| With treacherous folds to entwine him, | 20 |
| Undaunted by his venom’d sting, | |
| To flames he would consign him. | |
| The hardy yeoman, like the oak | |
| That shades his woodland border, | |
| Would baffle Anarch’s 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 Freedom’s martyr, | |
| And shed its latest drop to save | |
| His country’s glorious charter. | |
| Green Mountains’ echo then would be, | 35 |
| Fight on, fight on, for Liberty! | |
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