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SPIRIT OF THE NATION.
V.
In short, the world is one great ass-
emblage of hoaxed and hoaxing ninnies,
'Mong which even I myself am-ass
More bran than grist — more jokes than guineas ;
Still I don't mind — nor care to ass-
uage my distresses like your sobbers ?
Wrapped in my cloak, my grand cuir-ass,
I laugh at all — Eads., Whigs, and robbers.*
MY LAND.
I.
She is a rich and rare land ;
Oh ! she's a fresh and fair land ;
She is a dear and rare land —
This native land of mine.
II.
No men than her's are braver —
Her women's hearts ne'er waver ;
I'd freely die to save her.
And think my lot divine.
She's not a dull or cold land ;
No ! she's a warm and bold land ;
Oh ! she's a a true and old land —
This native land of mine.
IV.
Could beauty ever guard her.
And virtue still reward her,
No foe would cross her border —
No friend within it pine !
Robbers" — that is to say Tories. See the Gsehc.

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