, love-o, love-o. Love-o, love-o, love-o Let me be the only one. To keep you from the cold. Now the floor of heavn is laid. With stars of brightest gold They shine for you, they shine for you. They
land of the free and the home of the brave? Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,. Between their lovd homes and the wars desolation. Blest with victry and peace, may the heavn rescued land