| It was the year of '93
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| The French did plant an olive tree
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| The symbol of great liberty
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| And the people danced around it
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| O wasn’t I telling you
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| The French declared courageously
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| That Equality, Freedom and Fraternity
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| Would be the cry of every nation
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| In '94 a new campaign
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| The tools of darkness did maintain
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| Gall’s brave sons they did form a league
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| And their foes they were dumb-founded
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| They gave to Flanders liberty
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| And all its people they set free
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| The Dutch and Austrians home did flee
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| And the Dukes they were confounded
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| Behold may all of human-kind
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| Emancipated with the French combine
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| May laurels green all on them shine
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| And their sons and daughters long wear them
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| May every tyrant shake with dread
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| And tremble for their guilty head
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| May the Fleur-de-Lis in dust be laid
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| And they no longer wear them
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| For Church and State in close embrace
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| Is the burden of the Human Race
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| And the people tell you to your face
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| That you will long repent it
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| For Kings in power and preaching drones
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| Are the cause of all your heavy groans
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| Down from your pulpits, down from your thrones
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| You will tumble unlamented
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| O wasn’t I telling you
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| The French declared courageously
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| That Equality, Freedom and Fraternity
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| Would be the cry of every nation |