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welcome to kossuth.
Austria! thy dark, despotic power
Is resting over all;
But false ambition's round thee thrown,
And sure will be thy fall.
Is resting over all;
But false ambition's round thee thrown,
And sure will be thy fall.
A nation's tears are on thee now,
Widows and orphans weep,
And stern men in their souls have vowed
Their high resolves to keep.
Widows and orphans weep,
And stern men in their souls have vowed
Their high resolves to keep.
