WRITTEN BY GEORGE W. PUTNAM.Tune—“Benney Haven.”
Riddenby the slave power,Crushed beneath the chain,Now is come our rising hour,Lo! we’re up again.And voices from the mountain height,Voices from the vale,Say to Freedom’s fearless host,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,Say to Freedom’s fearless host,There’s no such word as fail.Ay! we’re up to hurl the fiendFrom off the tyrant throne;To strike for man a mightier blowThan earth has ever known;To drag your code of whips and gyvesUp to the light of day,And wash from our escutcheon’s frontThe bloody stain away,The bloody stain away,And wash from our escutcheon’s frontThe bloody stain away.Free to speak the burning truth,All fetterless the hand,Never shall the Yankee’s browBear the cursed brand.Send the gathering freemen’s shoutBooming on the gale;Omnipotence is for us,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,Omnipotence is for us,There’s no such word as fail.They’re gathering on the mountain,They’re gathering on the plain,And ’neath the tramp of Freedom’s hostThe broad earth shakes again.And this their glorious rallying cry,Whose firm hearts never quail:God and the people! on for right,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,God and the people! on for right,There’s no such word as fail.
Riddenby the slave power,Crushed beneath the chain,Now is come our rising hour,Lo! we’re up again.And voices from the mountain height,Voices from the vale,Say to Freedom’s fearless host,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,Say to Freedom’s fearless host,There’s no such word as fail.Ay! we’re up to hurl the fiendFrom off the tyrant throne;To strike for man a mightier blowThan earth has ever known;To drag your code of whips and gyvesUp to the light of day,And wash from our escutcheon’s frontThe bloody stain away,The bloody stain away,And wash from our escutcheon’s frontThe bloody stain away.Free to speak the burning truth,All fetterless the hand,Never shall the Yankee’s browBear the cursed brand.Send the gathering freemen’s shoutBooming on the gale;Omnipotence is for us,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,Omnipotence is for us,There’s no such word as fail.They’re gathering on the mountain,They’re gathering on the plain,And ’neath the tramp of Freedom’s hostThe broad earth shakes again.And this their glorious rallying cry,Whose firm hearts never quail:God and the people! on for right,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,God and the people! on for right,There’s no such word as fail.
Riddenby the slave power,Crushed beneath the chain,Now is come our rising hour,Lo! we’re up again.And voices from the mountain height,Voices from the vale,Say to Freedom’s fearless host,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,Say to Freedom’s fearless host,There’s no such word as fail.
Riddenby the slave power,
Crushed beneath the chain,
Now is come our rising hour,
Lo! we’re up again.
And voices from the mountain height,
Voices from the vale,
Say to Freedom’s fearless host,
There’s no such word as fail,
There’s no such word as fail,
Say to Freedom’s fearless host,
There’s no such word as fail.
Ay! we’re up to hurl the fiendFrom off the tyrant throne;To strike for man a mightier blowThan earth has ever known;To drag your code of whips and gyvesUp to the light of day,And wash from our escutcheon’s frontThe bloody stain away,The bloody stain away,And wash from our escutcheon’s frontThe bloody stain away.
Ay! we’re up to hurl the fiend
From off the tyrant throne;
To strike for man a mightier blow
Than earth has ever known;
To drag your code of whips and gyves
Up to the light of day,
And wash from our escutcheon’s front
The bloody stain away,
The bloody stain away,
And wash from our escutcheon’s front
The bloody stain away.
Free to speak the burning truth,All fetterless the hand,Never shall the Yankee’s browBear the cursed brand.Send the gathering freemen’s shoutBooming on the gale;Omnipotence is for us,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,Omnipotence is for us,There’s no such word as fail.
Free to speak the burning truth,
All fetterless the hand,
Never shall the Yankee’s brow
Bear the cursed brand.
Send the gathering freemen’s shout
Booming on the gale;
Omnipotence is for us,
There’s no such word as fail,
There’s no such word as fail,
Omnipotence is for us,
There’s no such word as fail.
They’re gathering on the mountain,They’re gathering on the plain,And ’neath the tramp of Freedom’s hostThe broad earth shakes again.And this their glorious rallying cry,Whose firm hearts never quail:God and the people! on for right,There’s no such word as fail,There’s no such word as fail,God and the people! on for right,There’s no such word as fail.
They’re gathering on the mountain,
They’re gathering on the plain,
And ’neath the tramp of Freedom’s host
The broad earth shakes again.
And this their glorious rallying cry,
Whose firm hearts never quail:
God and the people! on for right,
There’s no such word as fail,
There’s no such word as fail,
God and the people! on for right,
There’s no such word as fail.