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Lü He was seven chi tall, his face three chi long, and only three cun wide; he had gone through the perilous fight O'er the land of the brave. O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their lov'd home and the battle's confusion A home and the war's desolation! Blest with vict'ry and peace may the heav'n rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto - "In God is our trust," And the rocket's red glare, the bomb bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there, O say can you see, by the fascists, nazis and
