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Tuning: E A D G B E
By Dthe rude bridge that Garched the Dflood, Their flag to April's breeze Aunfurled; Here Donce the embattled Gfarmers Dstood; And E7fired the shot heard round the Aworld.
The Dfoe long since Gin silence Dslept; Alike the conqueror silent Asleeps, And DTime the ruined Gbridge has Dswept Down E7the dark stream that seaward Acreeps.
On Dthis green bank, Gby this soft Dstream, We set to-day a votive Astone on, That Dmemory may Gtheir deeds Dredeem, When, like our sires, Aour sons are Dgone.
O GThou who made those heroes Ddare To die, and leave their children Afree, -- Bide DTime and GNature gently Dspare The shaft we raised to Athem and DThee.
Here Donce the embattled Gfarmers Dstood; And A7fired the shot heard round the Dworld.