Where over the world, say where:
You find an Island there,
So lovely small with nations free,
With people French and Dutch,
Though talking English much,
As the St. Martin in the sea?
 
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O, sweet Saint Martin's Land
So bright by beach and strand
With sailors on the sea
And harbours free;
Where the chains of mountains green
Variously in sunlight sheen;
O, I love thy Paradise,
Nature beauty fairly nice!
 
How pretty between all green
Flamboyants beaming gleam
Of flowers red by sunlight set!
Thy cows and sheep and goats
In meadows on or roads,
They donkeys keen can't I forget.

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Saint Martin, I like thy name,
In which Columbus fame,
And memories of old are closed.
For me a great delight:
Thy Southern Cross the night.
May God the Lord protect thy coast! 

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