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Let the song of the ransom'd remember the dead,
O'er the bones of the bold,
Be that story long told, And on Fame's golden tablets their triumphs enroll'd, Who on freedom's green hills, freedom's banner un
furl’d, And the beacon-fire rais'd that gave light to the world. 'Twas for us and our children, to conquer or die, Undaunted they stood, where the war-storm burst
o'er them; Each blade drew a thunderbolt down from the sky, Till the foeman turn'd pale, and was wither'd before them.
Then from Liberty's band,
Went a shout thro' the land, As the rainbow of peace their fair heritage spann'd; Where the banner of freedom in pride was unfurl'd, And the beacon-fire rose that gave light to the world. They are gone-mighty men! and they sleep in their
fame; Shall we ever forget them? Oh, never! no, never! Let our sons learn from us to embalm each great name,
And the anthem send down—“ Independence for
Wake, wake, heart and tongue!
Keep the theme ever young Let their deeds thro? the long line of ages be sung, When on freedom's green hills freedom's banner un
furl'd, And the beacon-fire rais'd that gave light to the world
MARSEILLES HYMN OF LIBERTY.
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,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,
Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms! to arms' ye brave!
Th' avenging sword unsheath;
On victory or death.
Which treacherous kings confederate raise, The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,
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 embruing.
To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c. With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile insatiate despots dare, Their thirst of power and gold unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air. Like beasts of burden would they lɔad us,
Like gods would bid their slaves adore,
But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us?
To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c. Oh, Liberty, can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy generous flame?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield,
But freedom iš our sword and shield, And all their arts are unavailing.
To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c.
DAY OF GLORY.
AIR" Seots wha hae." Day of glory, welcome day! Freedom's banners greet thy ray, See, how cheerfully they play,
With the morning breeze.
O’er the trembling sea.
From the heaving tide?
Who for freedom died.
Now the storm is o'er;
Till there's war no more.
By a despot's throne:
MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD.
AIR_“ Oft in the stilly night. MARCH to the battle field,
The foe is now before us; Each heart is freedom's shield, And heav'n is smiling o'er us,
The woes and pains,
The galling chains, That keep our spirits under,
In proud disdain,
We've brok’n again, And tore each link assunder.
March to the, &c. .' Who, for his country brave,
Would fly from her invader?
Our hallowed cause,
Our home and laws, 'Gainst tyrant power sustaining,
We'll gain a crown
Of bright renown,
March to the, &c.
Sons of Liberty!
Freely ev'ry danger share
For your Liberty!
Sons of Liberty!
No! it shall not be!
Never turns to flee!
Shout for victory!
WE NEVER WILL BE SLAVES.
AIR". The gallant Troubadour."
As liberty's blest shore;
And stands at every door.
Through base and sordid knaves?
We never will be slaves.
Ne'er heed a foreign foe;
And shall we lose them-No!