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Native land! I'll love thee ever, / Let me raise the welcome strain; / Mine were banish'd feet, that never / Hop'd to press thy turf again, / Now these eyes illum'd with gladness, / As they scan'd thy beauties o'er, / Ne'er again shall melt in sadness, / Parting to return no more, / Caledonia, native land, / Native land, I'll love the ever.
Native land, tho' fate may banish, / And command me far to part, / Never can thy mem'ry vanish, / From this glowing, grateful heart, / Let an Indian solstice burn me, / Or the snows of Norway chill, / Hither still, my heart, I turn thee, / Here, my country, thou art still, / Caledonia, native land, / Native land, I'll love thee ever.