[Second Voice Tenor]
ocean’s storm is o’er The weary
pennon woos the seaward wind Fast speeds the
bark, And now the less’ning shore Sinks in the
wave, with those we leave behind:
[First Voice Soprano]
well! Land of the free: No tongue can tell the love I
bear to thee! Fare, fare thee well! Land of the
free, No tongue can tell the love I bear to thee.