bless my city with twelve songs.
one for do-rights, two for wrongs.
three for youth, elders make four.
five for belov`d ancestors.
six for wealthy, seven poor.
eight for sinners, nine for pure.
ten for great, eleven small.
and this twelfth song sung by all.
with twelve songs our city`s blessed.
twelve songs sung, we long for rest.
when we rise up in the morn, twelve new songs be born.
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