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| Watch on, shadows of highnesses, Mihai, Stefan, Corvinus | |
| As the pine atop Mt. Namsan stands firm, as if wrapped in armor | |
| O France, this is the day of reckoning So prepare to receive from us our answer | |
| Beloved land of savannas Hold high the banner of liberty | |
| And may You answer our wish to protect Tupou | |
| under the wing of seeds and gold you become entranced from the beautiful quetzal | |
| Their most honorable throne have opened the United Provinces of the South | |
| Our fathers lived amidst the Ala-Toe,always saving their motherland | |
| Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sind,Gujarat and Maratha | |
| In Erin's cause, come woe or weal,'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal | |
| cradle of the Bantu! Take up again your right to respect, to life! | |
| My country, may you always live,the glory of all Muslims | |
| My island lies o'er the ocean;like a wreath of flowers upon the sea | |
| Unity and Right and Freedom are the pledge of happiness | |
| To arms citizens form your battalions March, march | |
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| Until this tiny stone Will grow into a massive rock | |
| With glowing hearts we see thee rise,the True North strong and free | |
| and the Andes, rocking their base, announced it as well, in unison | |
| May good flourish,may your blessings flow,defend Aotearoa | |
| Be glorious, our free Motherland,ancient union of brotherly peoples | |
| Be happy! Qaboos has come With the blessing of Heaven | |
| Freedom, freedom, eastern landsmen,This cry saved our country | |
| Send her victorious, Happy and glorious | |
| We've golden soil and wealth for toil,our home is girt by sea | |
| With spreading, shady beeches near Baltic's salty strand | |
| Songs rise up from the pagodas to the glory of holy Buddhist faith | |
| How can one count the blessings of the Nile for mankind? | |
| the bombs bursting in air,gave proof thru the night that our flag was still there | |
| brave and indomitable Quisqueya will always hold its head high | |
| Our hope is not yet lost,the hope of two thousand years | |
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