  From hilltop, from valley, from mountain, from plain, Come, Freemen, assemble, assemble; The glad shout of Freedom send forth like a flame, At its sound shall fell Tyranny tremble. From woodland and heather, Come gather, come gather, And unfurl the bright flag of Freedom forever. ’Tis the province of thee, Being sons of the Free, To combat with tyrants, ’tis Freedom’s decree: From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we call Working-men, sons of toil! ’tis thy right To combat with those who would labor enthrall, From workshops and fields, Come, Labor, reveal Honest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can’t conceal, Make every sledge that you sling On the firm anvil ring The bold song of Freedom that Labor is King. For liberty, “Lincoln,” for “Hamlin,” our cause, And a free public domain, we fight; A free Constitution, correct honest Laws, Elevation of labor and right. We swear in our might, On this spot to unite, For “Free Soil” in our natures we love it; The public domain shall be As unpledged and free As the eagle that hovers above it. |
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