I am a Freeman.I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,The blue sky is o’er me, the dark soil beneath,And spreading around is the wilderness wide;My bath is the lake, my couch is the heath,My rod and my rifle my larder provide—I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,I am a freeman!Truefreedom is mine;I slay when I choose, yet spare when I will;For my food use the bullet, or cast out the line,But never, like fools, from wantonness kill.My “roof-tree” is lofty, my dining-hall wide—I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride.The eagle above me soars lofty and free,He knows that I’ll speed no bullet at him—He is game for a tyrant, butneverfor me,While he sits on his nest on that old pine limb.A life in the woods some men may deride,Butfreedomis there, my boast and my pride.I roam through the wild wood o’er skim or the lake,My wreaths are of laurel, my plumes never fade;I sleep when the night falls, with the dawn am awake,To hunt the red deer while they feed in the glade.I’m joyous and free as a bird of the air,—A son of the forest, a stranger to care.
I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,The blue sky is o’er me, the dark soil beneath,And spreading around is the wilderness wide;My bath is the lake, my couch is the heath,My rod and my rifle my larder provide—I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,I am a freeman!Truefreedom is mine;I slay when I choose, yet spare when I will;For my food use the bullet, or cast out the line,But never, like fools, from wantonness kill.My “roof-tree” is lofty, my dining-hall wide—I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride.The eagle above me soars lofty and free,He knows that I’ll speed no bullet at him—He is game for a tyrant, butneverfor me,While he sits on his nest on that old pine limb.A life in the woods some men may deride,Butfreedomis there, my boast and my pride.I roam through the wild wood o’er skim or the lake,My wreaths are of laurel, my plumes never fade;I sleep when the night falls, with the dawn am awake,To hunt the red deer while they feed in the glade.I’m joyous and free as a bird of the air,—A son of the forest, a stranger to care.
I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,The blue sky is o’er me, the dark soil beneath,And spreading around is the wilderness wide;My bath is the lake, my couch is the heath,My rod and my rifle my larder provide—I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,I am a freeman!Truefreedom is mine;I slay when I choose, yet spare when I will;For my food use the bullet, or cast out the line,But never, like fools, from wantonness kill.My “roof-tree” is lofty, my dining-hall wide—I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride.The eagle above me soars lofty and free,He knows that I’ll speed no bullet at him—He is game for a tyrant, butneverfor me,While he sits on his nest on that old pine limb.A life in the woods some men may deride,Butfreedomis there, my boast and my pride.I roam through the wild wood o’er skim or the lake,My wreaths are of laurel, my plumes never fade;I sleep when the night falls, with the dawn am awake,To hunt the red deer while they feed in the glade.I’m joyous and free as a bird of the air,—A son of the forest, a stranger to care.
I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,The blue sky is o’er me, the dark soil beneath,And spreading around is the wilderness wide;My bath is the lake, my couch is the heath,My rod and my rifle my larder provide—I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,
I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,
The blue sky is o’er me, the dark soil beneath,
And spreading around is the wilderness wide;
My bath is the lake, my couch is the heath,
My rod and my rifle my larder provide—
I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,
I am a freeman!Truefreedom is mine;I slay when I choose, yet spare when I will;For my food use the bullet, or cast out the line,But never, like fools, from wantonness kill.My “roof-tree” is lofty, my dining-hall wide—I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride.
I am a freeman!Truefreedom is mine;
I slay when I choose, yet spare when I will;
For my food use the bullet, or cast out the line,
But never, like fools, from wantonness kill.
My “roof-tree” is lofty, my dining-hall wide—
I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride.
The eagle above me soars lofty and free,He knows that I’ll speed no bullet at him—He is game for a tyrant, butneverfor me,While he sits on his nest on that old pine limb.A life in the woods some men may deride,Butfreedomis there, my boast and my pride.
The eagle above me soars lofty and free,
He knows that I’ll speed no bullet at him—
He is game for a tyrant, butneverfor me,
While he sits on his nest on that old pine limb.
A life in the woods some men may deride,
Butfreedomis there, my boast and my pride.
I roam through the wild wood o’er skim or the lake,My wreaths are of laurel, my plumes never fade;I sleep when the night falls, with the dawn am awake,To hunt the red deer while they feed in the glade.I’m joyous and free as a bird of the air,—A son of the forest, a stranger to care.
I roam through the wild wood o’er skim or the lake,
My wreaths are of laurel, my plumes never fade;
I sleep when the night falls, with the dawn am awake,
To hunt the red deer while they feed in the glade.
I’m joyous and free as a bird of the air,—
A son of the forest, a stranger to care.