  Ho! hearts of Freemen, true and brave, With honest ardor beating, A nation, robbed by every knave, Calls on us now to help and save— To snatch her glory from its grave, And looks for no retreating; March to the music, boys! Freedom forever! Victory waits for our Earnest endeavor! The day of final doom has come To Slavery’s dark aggression, And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum, A People’s voice for trump and drum, We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home, The red fiend of Oppression! March! etc. Free hands shall till that virgin soil— The sunset’s blooming neighbor; And there, where simple freemen toil, Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil, No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil, On limbs of honest labor! March! etc. Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea, Our free soil ever shall be free, And threatful braggarts soon may see Their Treason’s Harvest-Home shall be To reap their own confusion! March! etc. Then rally! rally! True and Brave, Come on for God and Freedom! Before eternal justice wave, From heaven the crime-avenging glaive, And Ruin howl above our grave As over ancient Edom! March to the music, boys, Freedom forever! Victory waits for our Earnest endeavor! |
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