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	Glad Welcome, friends, to Boston town, Our quaint and classic city; Her skies are blue, her hearts are true, Her girls are prim and pretty. In pleasure's thrall, good brothers, all, We grasp your hands and press 'em, Likewise it should be understood Our sisters, too, God bless 'em!
For near three centuries we've toiled To build our town, each minute We've planned just how to please you, now 'Tis yours and all that's in it. From gate and hatch drop lock and latch. From jug and flask the stopper. And all that you will have to do Is just to watch the "copper."			We welcome you from east and west, From wooded hills and prairie To this glad meet; then "let us eat, Drink, (phosphates) and be merry." There's not a frown in all the town, No spot that has a frost on, But in each breast this thought finds rest, "Thrice Welcome, friends, to Boston."