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Now come on ! Now come on ! 

 For our hardest task is done. 



Now we pour the wine's rich treasure, — 



Gods might envy us the pleasure ; 

 Clink your glasses, every one. 



Freedom's land! Freedom's land! 

 Where anon my home I planned; 



Lo, I drink to thee, brave nation ; 



Comrades, join in this ovation: 

 Hail, our chosen Fatherland! 



