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Your native coast
Has much to boast
Of glorious name;
Both ancient lore
And modern store
Uphold its fame.
Your'e proud, I fear,
In Boston, dear;
I wish you would
Just come and share
Our country fare,
T' would do you good.
Our rustic ways
And boisterous plays
Perhaps might fright you;
But the sweet birds
And lambs, and herds
Must sure delight you.
