BY GEO. S. BURLEIGH.
Ho!hearts of Freemen, true and brave,With honest ardor beating,A nation, robbed by every knave,Calls on us now to help and save—To snatch her glory from its grave,And looks for no retreating;March to the music, boys!Freedom forever!Victory waits for ourEarnest endeavor!The day of final doom has comeTo Slavery’s dark aggression,And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum,A People’s voice for trump and drum,We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home,The red fiend of Oppression!March! etc.Free hands shall till that virgin soil—The sunset’s blooming neighbor;And there, where simple freemen toil,Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil,No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil,On limbs of honest labor!March! etc.Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea,The dread of “Dissolution;”Our free soilever shall be free,And threatful braggarts soon may seeTheir Treason’s Harvest-Home shall beTo reap their own confusion!March! etc.Then rally! rally! True and Brave,Come on for God and Freedom!Before eternal justice wave,From heaven the crime-avenging glaive,And Ruin howl above our graveAs over ancient Edom!March to the music, boys,Freedom forever!Victory waits for ourEarnest endeavor!
Ho!hearts of Freemen, true and brave,With honest ardor beating,A nation, robbed by every knave,Calls on us now to help and save—To snatch her glory from its grave,And looks for no retreating;March to the music, boys!Freedom forever!Victory waits for ourEarnest endeavor!The day of final doom has comeTo Slavery’s dark aggression,And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum,A People’s voice for trump and drum,We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home,The red fiend of Oppression!March! etc.Free hands shall till that virgin soil—The sunset’s blooming neighbor;And there, where simple freemen toil,Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil,No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil,On limbs of honest labor!March! etc.Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea,The dread of “Dissolution;”Our free soilever shall be free,And threatful braggarts soon may seeTheir Treason’s Harvest-Home shall beTo reap their own confusion!March! etc.Then rally! rally! True and Brave,Come on for God and Freedom!Before eternal justice wave,From heaven the crime-avenging glaive,And Ruin howl above our graveAs over ancient Edom!March to the music, boys,Freedom forever!Victory waits for ourEarnest endeavor!
Ho!hearts of Freemen, true and brave,With honest ardor beating,A nation, robbed by every knave,Calls on us now to help and save—To snatch her glory from its grave,And looks for no retreating;March to the music, boys!Freedom forever!Victory waits for ourEarnest endeavor!
Ho!hearts of Freemen, true and brave,
With honest ardor beating,
A nation, robbed by every knave,
Calls on us now to help and save—
To snatch her glory from its grave,
And looks for no retreating;
March to the music, boys!
Freedom forever!
Victory waits for our
Earnest endeavor!
The day of final doom has comeTo Slavery’s dark aggression,And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum,A People’s voice for trump and drum,We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home,The red fiend of Oppression!March! etc.
The day of final doom has come
To Slavery’s dark aggression,
And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum,
A People’s voice for trump and drum,
We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home,
The red fiend of Oppression!
March! etc.
Free hands shall till that virgin soil—The sunset’s blooming neighbor;And there, where simple freemen toil,Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil,No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil,On limbs of honest labor!March! etc.
Free hands shall till that virgin soil—
The sunset’s blooming neighbor;
And there, where simple freemen toil,
Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil,
No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil,
On limbs of honest labor!
March! etc.
Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea,The dread of “Dissolution;”Our free soilever shall be free,And threatful braggarts soon may seeTheir Treason’s Harvest-Home shall beTo reap their own confusion!March! etc.
Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea,
The dread of “Dissolution;”
Our free soilever shall be free,
And threatful braggarts soon may see
Their Treason’s Harvest-Home shall be
To reap their own confusion!
March! etc.
Then rally! rally! True and Brave,Come on for God and Freedom!Before eternal justice wave,From heaven the crime-avenging glaive,And Ruin howl above our graveAs over ancient Edom!March to the music, boys,Freedom forever!Victory waits for ourEarnest endeavor!
Then rally! rally! True and Brave,
Come on for God and Freedom!
Before eternal justice wave,
From heaven the crime-avenging glaive,
And Ruin howl above our grave
As over ancient Edom!
March to the music, boys,
Freedom forever!
Victory waits for our
Earnest endeavor!