Blow, O ye bugles, bugles of the morn!
Blow, O ye bugles of the sunset, blow!
Sound your clear notes, your ringing notes of scorn,
Against the embattled legions of the foe!
Tell them in clarion accents that we stand
For freedom, and the birthright of the free;
No bloody tyranny upon sea or land,
But the inalienable truths of Liberty!
Acclaim your triumph pæan over Might,
Your call for justice, and the overthrow
Of all the hordes that fight against the Right!—
Blow, O ye bugles, valiant bugles, blow!