| Farewell to the mountains, whose maizes to me
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| Were more beautiful far than Eden could be
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| No fruit was forbidden but nature had spread
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| Her bountiful board and her children were fed
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| The hills were our garners our herds wildly grew
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| And nature was shepherd and husband, man too
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| I felt like a monarch, yet thought like a man
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| As I thanked the Great Giver and worshiped His plan
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| The home I forsake where my offspring grows
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| The grave I forsake where my children reborn
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| The home I redeem from the savage and wild
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| The home I have loved as a father, his child
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| The corn that I planted, the fields that I cleared
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| The flocks that I’ve raised and the cattle I reared
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| The wife of my bosom, farewell to ye all
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| In the land of the stranger, I rise or I fall
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| Farewell to my country, I’ve fought for thee well
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| When the savage rushed forth like the demons from hell
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| In peace or in war, I have stood by thy side
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| My country for thee, I have lived, would have died
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| But I’m a cast off, my career now is done
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| I must wander abroad like the Prodigal Son
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| Where the wild savage droves and the broad Prairies spread
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| The fallen despised, will again go ahead |