The Star-Flag.Air—The Star-Spangled Banner.When our fathers in vain sought redress from the throne,And the tyrant grew mad in his thirst for dominion,Earth shook while the bugle of conflict was blown;And our eagle unfolded his newly-fledged pinion.Men with hair thin and white,Bared their arms for the fight,And the lad of sixteen made the dull weapon bright;While gilding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath,The star-flag of Freedom streamed full on their path.The bird to that banner forever allied,Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the thunder;And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed,Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder.And fiercely their light,Through the smoke of the fight,Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight;And the sun, overtaken by death, shall grow cold,When the banner we hail is no longer unrolled.Black treason shall never put foot on the flagThat floated the blast when Cornwallis was taken;And ere it give place to a Palmetto rag,The dead on the fields of their fame will awaken,Oh, shall it be furled,Bringing night on the world,While the house of our fathers in ruin is hurled!The brigand and traitor may hear a replyIn the clash of our steel and the rallying cry.Our bold Harry Clay loved this land of the free—His name from old Jackson we will not dissever;Then spliced be your Ash to the Hickory-tree,And let them be symbols of Union forever.Without fear in their hearts,Well they acted their parts,Though traitors showered on them their deadliest darts;And true to their Maker, and faithful to man,The standard of Freedom they bore in the van.From the North to the Tropic shall float on the galeOur star-flag, upheld by the brave and the just;Though a wretched Disunion banditti assail,They shall not drag down its proud eagle to dust.Then arm for the strife,Give them war to the knife,And light in the balance with Union hold life;Our flag to the breeze that a Washington blest,Though torn must wave over Charleston again.
Air—The Star-Spangled Banner.
When our fathers in vain sought redress from the throne,And the tyrant grew mad in his thirst for dominion,Earth shook while the bugle of conflict was blown;And our eagle unfolded his newly-fledged pinion.Men with hair thin and white,Bared their arms for the fight,And the lad of sixteen made the dull weapon bright;While gilding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath,The star-flag of Freedom streamed full on their path.The bird to that banner forever allied,Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the thunder;And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed,Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder.And fiercely their light,Through the smoke of the fight,Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight;And the sun, overtaken by death, shall grow cold,When the banner we hail is no longer unrolled.Black treason shall never put foot on the flagThat floated the blast when Cornwallis was taken;And ere it give place to a Palmetto rag,The dead on the fields of their fame will awaken,Oh, shall it be furled,Bringing night on the world,While the house of our fathers in ruin is hurled!The brigand and traitor may hear a replyIn the clash of our steel and the rallying cry.Our bold Harry Clay loved this land of the free—His name from old Jackson we will not dissever;Then spliced be your Ash to the Hickory-tree,And let them be symbols of Union forever.Without fear in their hearts,Well they acted their parts,Though traitors showered on them their deadliest darts;And true to their Maker, and faithful to man,The standard of Freedom they bore in the van.From the North to the Tropic shall float on the galeOur star-flag, upheld by the brave and the just;Though a wretched Disunion banditti assail,They shall not drag down its proud eagle to dust.Then arm for the strife,Give them war to the knife,And light in the balance with Union hold life;Our flag to the breeze that a Washington blest,Though torn must wave over Charleston again.
When our fathers in vain sought redress from the throne,And the tyrant grew mad in his thirst for dominion,Earth shook while the bugle of conflict was blown;And our eagle unfolded his newly-fledged pinion.Men with hair thin and white,Bared their arms for the fight,And the lad of sixteen made the dull weapon bright;While gilding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath,The star-flag of Freedom streamed full on their path.The bird to that banner forever allied,Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the thunder;And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed,Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder.And fiercely their light,Through the smoke of the fight,Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight;And the sun, overtaken by death, shall grow cold,When the banner we hail is no longer unrolled.Black treason shall never put foot on the flagThat floated the blast when Cornwallis was taken;And ere it give place to a Palmetto rag,The dead on the fields of their fame will awaken,Oh, shall it be furled,Bringing night on the world,While the house of our fathers in ruin is hurled!The brigand and traitor may hear a replyIn the clash of our steel and the rallying cry.Our bold Harry Clay loved this land of the free—His name from old Jackson we will not dissever;Then spliced be your Ash to the Hickory-tree,And let them be symbols of Union forever.Without fear in their hearts,Well they acted their parts,Though traitors showered on them their deadliest darts;And true to their Maker, and faithful to man,The standard of Freedom they bore in the van.From the North to the Tropic shall float on the galeOur star-flag, upheld by the brave and the just;Though a wretched Disunion banditti assail,They shall not drag down its proud eagle to dust.Then arm for the strife,Give them war to the knife,And light in the balance with Union hold life;Our flag to the breeze that a Washington blest,Though torn must wave over Charleston again.
When our fathers in vain sought redress from the throne,And the tyrant grew mad in his thirst for dominion,Earth shook while the bugle of conflict was blown;And our eagle unfolded his newly-fledged pinion.Men with hair thin and white,Bared their arms for the fight,And the lad of sixteen made the dull weapon bright;While gilding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath,The star-flag of Freedom streamed full on their path.
When our fathers in vain sought redress from the throne,
And the tyrant grew mad in his thirst for dominion,
Earth shook while the bugle of conflict was blown;
And our eagle unfolded his newly-fledged pinion.
Men with hair thin and white,
Bared their arms for the fight,
And the lad of sixteen made the dull weapon bright;
While gilding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath,
The star-flag of Freedom streamed full on their path.
The bird to that banner forever allied,Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the thunder;And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed,Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder.And fiercely their light,Through the smoke of the fight,Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight;And the sun, overtaken by death, shall grow cold,When the banner we hail is no longer unrolled.
The bird to that banner forever allied,
Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the thunder;
And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed,
Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder.
And fiercely their light,
Through the smoke of the fight,
Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight;
And the sun, overtaken by death, shall grow cold,
When the banner we hail is no longer unrolled.
Black treason shall never put foot on the flagThat floated the blast when Cornwallis was taken;And ere it give place to a Palmetto rag,The dead on the fields of their fame will awaken,Oh, shall it be furled,Bringing night on the world,While the house of our fathers in ruin is hurled!The brigand and traitor may hear a replyIn the clash of our steel and the rallying cry.
Black treason shall never put foot on the flag
That floated the blast when Cornwallis was taken;
And ere it give place to a Palmetto rag,
The dead on the fields of their fame will awaken,
Oh, shall it be furled,
Bringing night on the world,
While the house of our fathers in ruin is hurled!
The brigand and traitor may hear a reply
In the clash of our steel and the rallying cry.
Our bold Harry Clay loved this land of the free—His name from old Jackson we will not dissever;Then spliced be your Ash to the Hickory-tree,And let them be symbols of Union forever.Without fear in their hearts,Well they acted their parts,Though traitors showered on them their deadliest darts;And true to their Maker, and faithful to man,The standard of Freedom they bore in the van.
Our bold Harry Clay loved this land of the free—
His name from old Jackson we will not dissever;
Then spliced be your Ash to the Hickory-tree,
And let them be symbols of Union forever.
Without fear in their hearts,
Well they acted their parts,
Though traitors showered on them their deadliest darts;
And true to their Maker, and faithful to man,
The standard of Freedom they bore in the van.
From the North to the Tropic shall float on the galeOur star-flag, upheld by the brave and the just;Though a wretched Disunion banditti assail,They shall not drag down its proud eagle to dust.Then arm for the strife,Give them war to the knife,And light in the balance with Union hold life;Our flag to the breeze that a Washington blest,Though torn must wave over Charleston again.
From the North to the Tropic shall float on the gale
Our star-flag, upheld by the brave and the just;
Though a wretched Disunion banditti assail,
They shall not drag down its proud eagle to dust.
Then arm for the strife,
Give them war to the knife,
And light in the balance with Union hold life;
Our flag to the breeze that a Washington blest,
Though torn must wave over Charleston again.