  Our flag is there—the starry flag Our stout forefathers gave, O’er Freedom’s home, Free Soil, Free Men, In triumph long to wave! Yet all its bright and shining folds Foul Slavery seeks to stain, Till Freedom’s host is called to fight Her battle o’er again! And fight we will, from vale to hill, The battle-cry is heard, Till with Free Speech, Free Soil, Free Men, The nation’s heart is stirred. Oh, blessed Freedom! peerless boon! Worth all the world besides; For thee, how many hero souls Have gladly bled and died! And ’tis for thee, dear Liberty, We gather in this fight, To save thy flag from stain and shame, And Slavery’s awful might! Free Speech, Free Labor, and Free Soil— Lincoln and Eight unrolled, Are mottoed there for Freedom’s host, Our Flag is there! oh, bright and fair, It leads the millions on, Till Slavery’s surging waves be stayed, And Freedom’s battle won! And valor’s arm and beauty’s smile Shall bid it proudly wave, Till not a rood of Freedom’s soil Is cursed by chain or slave! Free speech, Free presses, far and wide, Be these the battle cry, Till Freedom’s flag in Freedom’s cause Is crowned with victory! |
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