  We’re coming, we’re coming, the fearless and free! like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea! True sons of brave sires, who battled of yore, When England’s proud lion ran wild on our shore, When England’s proud lion ran wild on our shore. We’re coming, we’re coming, from mountain and glen, With hearts to do battle for Freedom again, And Slavery is trembling as trembled before The oppression which fled from our fathers of yore, We’re coming, we’re coming, with banners unfurled! Our motto is Freedom—“our country, the World!” Our watch-word is Liberty—Tyrants, beware! For the Liberty army will bring you despair, For the Liberty army will bring you despair. We’re coming, we’re coming, we’ll come from afar, Our standard we’ll nail to Humanity’s car. With shouting we’ll raise it, in triumph to wave, The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave, The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave. Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on! The man-stealing army we’ll surely put down! They’re crushing their millions, but soon they must yield, For Freemen have risen and taken the field, For Freemen have risen and taken the field. Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free! Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea. Let our country throughout to each ocean’s shore Resound with a glorious triumph once more, Resound with a glorious triumph once more. |
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