| First Line: | My dearest, lovely, native land |
| Meter: | C.M. |
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1. My dearest, lovely, native land,
Where peace and pleasure grow,
Where joy, with fairest softest hand,
Wipes off the tears of woe;
Thy Sabbath's laws, and happy shores,
And name I love them well,
And looking o'er those richest stores,
How can I say farewell?