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My Fatherland (From The Fisher Maiden)

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I will fight for my land,             I will work for my land,     Will it foster with love, in my faith, in my child.             I will eke every gain,             I will seek boot for bane,     From its easternmost bound to the western sea wild.             Here is sunshine enough,             Here is seed-earth enough,     If by us, if by us all love's duty were done.             Here is will to create;             Though our burdens be great,     We can lift up our land, if we all lift as one.             In the past we went wide             O'er the sea's surging tide,     And the Norman's high walls stand on many a shore.             But our flag flies its way             Ever farther to-day     And is red with life's vigor as never before.             Great our future shall be;             For the Northern lands three     Shall unite once again and their true selves shall know.             Give your strength and your deed,             Where you nearest see need,     As a brook to the river that forward shall flow.             Yes, this land where we dwell,             Oh, we love it so well,     All was, all it is, all it can be again.             As our love had its birth             In this homeland's dear earth,     Shall the seed of our love bring it increase again.

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