Fromhilltop, from valley, from mountain, from plain,Come, Freemen, assemble, assemble;The glad shout of Freedom send forth like a flame,At its sound shall fell Tyranny tremble.From woodland and heather,Come gather, come gather,And unfurl the bright flag of Freedom forever.’Tis the province of thee,Being sons of the Free,To combat with tyrants, ’tis Freedom’s decree:From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we callWorking-men, sons of toil! ’tis thy rightTo combat with those who would labor enthrall,And be foremost of all in the fight;From workshops and fields,Come, Labor, revealHonest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can’t conceal,Make every sledge that you slingOn the firm anvil ringThe bold song of Freedom that Labor is King.For liberty, “Lincoln,” for “Hamlin,” our cause,And a free public domain, we fight;A free Constitution, correct honest Laws,Elevation of labor and right.We swear in our might,On this spot to unite,For “Free Soil” in our natures we love it;The public domain shall beAs unpledged and freeAs the eagle that hovers above it.
Fromhilltop, from valley, from mountain, from plain,Come, Freemen, assemble, assemble;The glad shout of Freedom send forth like a flame,At its sound shall fell Tyranny tremble.From woodland and heather,Come gather, come gather,And unfurl the bright flag of Freedom forever.’Tis the province of thee,Being sons of the Free,To combat with tyrants, ’tis Freedom’s decree:From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we callWorking-men, sons of toil! ’tis thy rightTo combat with those who would labor enthrall,And be foremost of all in the fight;From workshops and fields,Come, Labor, revealHonest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can’t conceal,Make every sledge that you slingOn the firm anvil ringThe bold song of Freedom that Labor is King.For liberty, “Lincoln,” for “Hamlin,” our cause,And a free public domain, we fight;A free Constitution, correct honest Laws,Elevation of labor and right.We swear in our might,On this spot to unite,For “Free Soil” in our natures we love it;The public domain shall beAs unpledged and freeAs the eagle that hovers above it.
Fromhilltop, from valley, from mountain, from plain,Come, Freemen, assemble, assemble;The glad shout of Freedom send forth like a flame,At its sound shall fell Tyranny tremble.From woodland and heather,Come gather, come gather,And unfurl the bright flag of Freedom forever.’Tis the province of thee,Being sons of the Free,To combat with tyrants, ’tis Freedom’s decree:
Fromhilltop, from valley, from mountain, from plain,
Come, Freemen, assemble, assemble;
The glad shout of Freedom send forth like a flame,
At its sound shall fell Tyranny tremble.
From woodland and heather,
Come gather, come gather,
And unfurl the bright flag of Freedom forever.
’Tis the province of thee,
Being sons of the Free,
To combat with tyrants, ’tis Freedom’s decree:
From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we callWorking-men, sons of toil! ’tis thy rightTo combat with those who would labor enthrall,And be foremost of all in the fight;From workshops and fields,Come, Labor, revealHonest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can’t conceal,Make every sledge that you slingOn the firm anvil ringThe bold song of Freedom that Labor is King.
From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we call
Working-men, sons of toil! ’tis thy right
To combat with those who would labor enthrall,
And be foremost of all in the fight;
From workshops and fields,
Come, Labor, reveal
Honest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can’t conceal,
Make every sledge that you sling
On the firm anvil ring
The bold song of Freedom that Labor is King.
For liberty, “Lincoln,” for “Hamlin,” our cause,And a free public domain, we fight;A free Constitution, correct honest Laws,Elevation of labor and right.We swear in our might,On this spot to unite,For “Free Soil” in our natures we love it;The public domain shall beAs unpledged and freeAs the eagle that hovers above it.
For liberty, “Lincoln,” for “Hamlin,” our cause,
And a free public domain, we fight;
A free Constitution, correct honest Laws,
Elevation of labor and right.
We swear in our might,
On this spot to unite,
For “Free Soil” in our natures we love it;
The public domain shall be
As unpledged and free
As the eagle that hovers above it.