YE sons of freedom, wake to glory! | |
| Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! | |
| Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, | |
| Behold their tears and hear their cries! | |
| Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding, | 5 |
| With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, | |
| Affright and desolate the land, | |
| While peace and liberty lie bleeding? | |
| To arms! to arms! ye brave! | |
| The avenging sword unsheathe; | 10 |
| March on! march on! all hearts resolved | |
| On victory or death. | |
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| Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, | |
| Which treacherous kings confederate raise; | |
| The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, | 15 |
| And lo! our fields and cities blaze; | |
| And shall we basely view the ruin, | |
| While lawless force, with guilty stride, | |
| Spreads desolation far and wide, | |
| With crimes and blood his hands imbruing? | 20 |
| To arms! to arms! ye brave, etc. | |
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| O Liberty! can man resign thee, | |
| Once having felt thy generous flame? | |
| Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee? | |
| Or whips thy noble spirit tame? | 25 |
| Too long the world has wept, bewailing | |
| That falsehood’s dagger tyrants wield, | |
| But freedom is our sword and shield, | |
| And all their arts are unavailing. | |
| To arms! to arms! ye brave, etc. | 30 |
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