All that grieves me now to perish

Is the loss of one bright eye,

And I still the vision cherish

While I lay me down to die.

EVER TO BE.

Ever to be

Land of the free,

Hold up your banner of light to the eye,

High! High!

Let its folds fly,

Blessing the earth and rejoicing the sky.

Ever to be

Flag of the free,

Long as the earth shows the sight of a slave,

Wave! Wave!

Mighty to save,

Fronting the fight in the eye of the brave.

Ever to be

Light of the free,

Lashed to the palm tree or nailed to the pine,

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