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Glad Welcome, friends, to Boston town,
Her skies are blue, her hearts are true,
In pleasure's thrall, good brothers, all,
Likewise it should be understood
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For near three centuries we've toiled
We've planned just how to please you, now
From gate and hatch drop lock and latch.
And all that you will have to do
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We welcome you from east and west,
To this glad meet; then "let us eat,
There's not a frown in all the town,
But in each breast this thought finds rest,
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