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| WE ve sailed through banks of green, | |
| Where the wild waves fret and quiver, | |
| And we ve down the Danube been, | |
| The dark, deep, thundering river! | |
| We ve threaded the Elbe and Rhone, | 5 |
| The Tiber and blood-dyed Seine, | |
| And have watched where the blue Garonne | |
| Goes laughing to meet the main: | |
| But what is so lovely, what is so grand, | |
| As the river that runs through Rhine-land? | 10 |
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| On the Rhine-river were we born, | |
| Midst its flowers and famous wines, | |
| And we know that our countrys morn | |
| With a treble-sweet aspect shines. | |
| Let other lands boast their flowers, | 15 |
| Let other men dream wild dreams, | |
| Let them hope they ve a land like ours, | |
| And a stream, like our stream of streams: | |
| Yet what is half so bright or so grand | |
| As the river that runs through Rhine-land? | 20 |
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| Are we smit by the blinding sun | |
| That fell on our tender youth? | |
| Do we, coward-like, shrink and shun | |
| The thought-telling touch of Truth? | |
| On our heads be the sin, then, set! | 25 |
| We ll bear all the shame divine: | |
| But we ll never disown the debt | |
| That we owe to our noble Rhine! | |
| O, the Rhine! the Rhine! the broad and the grand, | |
| Is the river that runs through Rhine-land! | 30 |
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