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My adoring public demanded that I sing a song of Korin and its glory and I am never one to disappount~ And so, without further ado ...

O Korin do our hearts sing true,
As strong voices of our countrymen,
Ring clear with cold winter's breeze,
To ancient mountains white with snow,
That tower beyond the frosted trees.
Let us rejoice, citizens, and standing tall,
Let us sing with pride at hand.
O Korin,
Our homeland,
We devote our hearts to thee.