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"Give me your tired, your poor," cries she,
"The masses yearning to breathe free,"
Mother of Exiles — follow her lead!
This is America, don'tcha know!
7/n
"Give me your tired, your poor," cries she,
"The masses yearning to breathe free,"
Mother of Exiles — follow her lead!
This is America, don'tcha know!
7/n
Through sparkling snow
Here also sparks defiance and hope—
"Uff-da! Ope!"
Brave patriots shout,
6/n
Through sparkling snow
Here also sparks defiance and hope—
"Uff-da! Ope!"
Brave patriots shout,
6/n
Of your state and all this land,
Shall not perish by madman's hand.
No monarchs but the ones on wings,
A Prince, indeed, but never kings,
Thus to careless oafs who dare
To enrage the Little Bear:
You do so wholely unprepared,
Beware the people's might!
5/n
Of your state and all this land,
Shall not perish by madman's hand.
No monarchs but the ones on wings,
A Prince, indeed, but never kings,
Thus to careless oafs who dare
To enrage the Little Bear:
You do so wholely unprepared,
Beware the people's might!
5/n
Honoring the poet slain,
In her Good name
Horns blast and whistles trill,
The agents cannot break your will.
Souls from ev'ry home and hill
In Minnesota march.
4/n
Honoring the poet slain,
In her Good name
Horns blast and whistles trill,
The agents cannot break your will.
Souls from ev'ry home and hill
In Minnesota march.
4/n
Then caught off guard
By fierceness from a neighbor's yard.
No potluck invitation came,
Nor hotdish shared,
Naught but angry jeers and glares.
The regiment of the very name,
Foiled by nature's ice!
3/n
Then caught off guard
By fierceness from a neighbor's yard.
No potluck invitation came,
Nor hotdish shared,
Naught but angry jeers and glares.
The regiment of the very name,
Foiled by nature's ice!
3/n
O Shining Gem ofCities Twin,
Upon the land of peoples Dakota,
Ojibwe, and Lakota,
Where the lake-water flows,
No tyrant shall sit in repose
Upon the seat of Hennepin.
2/n
O Shining Gem ofCities Twin,
Upon the land of peoples Dakota,
Ojibwe, and Lakota,
Where the lake-water flows,
No tyrant shall sit in repose
Upon the seat of Hennepin.
2/n