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We Were Born in a Great Hour - Зродились ми з великої години   Зродились ми великої години, З пожеж війни, із полум'я вогнів, Плекав нас біль по втраті України, Кормив нас гнів і злість на ворогів. І ми йдемо в бою життєвому, Тверді, міцні, незламні мов граніт, Бо плач не дав свободи ще нікому, А хто борець — той здобуває світ. Не хочемо ні слави ні заплати. Заплатa нам це радість в боротьбі! Солодше нам у бою умирати, як жити в путах, мов німі раби. Доволі нам руїни і незгоди, Не сміє брат на брата йти у бій! Під синьо-жовтим прапором свободи З'єднаєм весь великий нарід свій. Велику правду — для усіх єдину, Наш гордий клич народові несе! Вітчизні ти будь вірний до загину, Нам Україна вище понад все! Веде нас в бій борців упавших слава. Для нас закон найвищий — то наказ: "Соборна Українськая держава — Вільна й міцна, від Сяну по Кавказ".

The Great Pandemonium Anthem - 대 판데모니움 찬가   긴장하라.넓은 세상아! 우리가 간다 조심하라, 우린최고다! 모두 길을 비켜라 전진하라,앞을 향해라! 영광을 향해 의장의 큰 동상이 모든 곳에 세워질테니 위대하라! 포기해라! 숭배하라! 이게 우리 판데모니움 소사이어티 불패의 초무적철갑 토라마루 모든 것을 무너트려라(무너뜨려!) 적들에겐 가차없이 빵야빵야 나쁜 짓은 아니니까 괜찮아!  전진~! 전하무적, 우리는 멈추지않아 운명이여, 무릎 꿇어라 더 이상은 나를 귀찮게 하지마 승리는 우리의 것이다 천하무적, 우린 절대 지지않아! 마코토! 전탄발사! 무너뜨려라! 얼른얼른 온 세상을 지배하고 푸딩과 과자 잔뜩 먹을래

God Defend New Zealand   E Ihowā Atua, O ngā iwi mātou rā Āta whakarangona; Me aroha noa. Kia hua ko te pai; Kia tau tō atawhai; Manaakitia mai Aotearoa God of Nations at Thy feet, In the bonds of love we meet, Hear our voices, we entreat, God defend our free land. Guard Pacific's triple star From the shafts of strife and war, Make her praises heard afar, God defend New Zealand.

Chester   Let tyrants shake their iron rod, And Slav'ry clank her galling chains, We fear them not, we trust in God, New England's God forever reigns. Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton too, With Prescot and Cornwallis join'd, Together plot our Overthrow, In one Infernal league combin'd. When God inspir'd us for the fight, Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc'd, Their ships were Shatter'd in our sight, Or swiftly driven from our Coast. The Foe comes on with haughty Stride; Our troops advance with martial noise, Their Vet'rans flee before our Youth, And Gen'rals yield to beardless Boys. What grateful Off'ring shall we bring? What shall we render to the Lord? Loud Halleluiahs let us Sing, And praise his name on ev'ry Chord.

Revolutionary Tea   There was a old lady lived over the sea, And she was an island queen, Her daughter lived off in a far country, With an ocean of water between. The old lady's pockets were filled with gold, Yet never contented was she, So she ordered her daughter to pay her a tax, Of thruppence a pound on her tea. The daughter called out to the island queen I shan't do the thing that you ax. I'm willing to pay fair price on the tea, But never the thruppenney tax. You shall, said the mother, and reddened with rage, For you're my own daughter, said she, And it's only right that daughter should pay Her mother a tax on the tea. The old lady packed up a ship with her tea, sent it over the ocean so wide, But the bouncing girl poured out ever pound On the dark and the rolling tide. Then the daughter called out to the island queen, Oh mother, dear mother, said she, Your tea you may have when it's steeped enough, But never the tax from me! No, never the tax from me!