BY REV. JAMES CRUIKSHANKS.Tune—“Brace’s Address.”
Hark!ye freemen, hark the strain,Echoing o’er Columbia’s plain;Up, and strike with all your main,Lay the tyrant low.Banners waving all around,Beckoning with joyous sound,Wake convulsions ’neath the ground,Burdened with our foe.Now a hotter contest comes,Rousing freemen from their homes,Leaving wives and little ones,For your country’s cause.Gird the armor then aright,Let your words be ordered right,Battle in this glorious fight,Guarding Freedom’s laws.Lincoln, then, our Leader be,Sturdy hero for the free,Follow him to victory,And give him the power.Slavery’s chains shall soon be broke—Soon the whip and galling yokeShall be moored by Freedom’sstroke,Then the glorious hour.Lincoln, then, shall be the songOf a free and joyous throng—He shall wave the scepter longFrom the nation’s throne.We shall labor, toil, and prayFor the dawn of Freedom’s day—Ceasing not till we can say,Victory is won!
Hark!ye freemen, hark the strain,Echoing o’er Columbia’s plain;Up, and strike with all your main,Lay the tyrant low.Banners waving all around,Beckoning with joyous sound,Wake convulsions ’neath the ground,Burdened with our foe.Now a hotter contest comes,Rousing freemen from their homes,Leaving wives and little ones,For your country’s cause.Gird the armor then aright,Let your words be ordered right,Battle in this glorious fight,Guarding Freedom’s laws.Lincoln, then, our Leader be,Sturdy hero for the free,Follow him to victory,And give him the power.Slavery’s chains shall soon be broke—Soon the whip and galling yokeShall be moored by Freedom’sstroke,Then the glorious hour.Lincoln, then, shall be the songOf a free and joyous throng—He shall wave the scepter longFrom the nation’s throne.We shall labor, toil, and prayFor the dawn of Freedom’s day—Ceasing not till we can say,Victory is won!
Hark!ye freemen, hark the strain,Echoing o’er Columbia’s plain;Up, and strike with all your main,Lay the tyrant low.Banners waving all around,Beckoning with joyous sound,Wake convulsions ’neath the ground,Burdened with our foe.
Hark!ye freemen, hark the strain,
Echoing o’er Columbia’s plain;
Up, and strike with all your main,
Lay the tyrant low.
Banners waving all around,
Beckoning with joyous sound,
Wake convulsions ’neath the ground,
Burdened with our foe.
Now a hotter contest comes,Rousing freemen from their homes,Leaving wives and little ones,For your country’s cause.Gird the armor then aright,Let your words be ordered right,Battle in this glorious fight,Guarding Freedom’s laws.
Now a hotter contest comes,
Rousing freemen from their homes,
Leaving wives and little ones,
For your country’s cause.
Gird the armor then aright,
Let your words be ordered right,
Battle in this glorious fight,
Guarding Freedom’s laws.
Lincoln, then, our Leader be,Sturdy hero for the free,Follow him to victory,And give him the power.Slavery’s chains shall soon be broke—Soon the whip and galling yokeShall be moored by Freedom’sstroke,Then the glorious hour.
Lincoln, then, our Leader be,
Sturdy hero for the free,
Follow him to victory,
And give him the power.
Slavery’s chains shall soon be broke—
Soon the whip and galling yoke
Shall be moored by Freedom’sstroke,
Then the glorious hour.
Lincoln, then, shall be the songOf a free and joyous throng—He shall wave the scepter longFrom the nation’s throne.We shall labor, toil, and prayFor the dawn of Freedom’s day—Ceasing not till we can say,Victory is won!
Lincoln, then, shall be the song
Of a free and joyous throng—
He shall wave the scepter long
From the nation’s throne.
We shall labor, toil, and pray
For the dawn of Freedom’s day—
Ceasing not till we can say,
Victory is won!