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HOME AND PATRIOTIC SONGS
| 4 | Ye Sons of Freedom, Wake to Glory | ||||
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1 Ye sons of Freedom, wake to glory, Hark! hark! What
myriads bid you rise! You children, wives and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears, and hear their cries! Behold their tears and
hear their cries Shall hateful tyrannt mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land,
When peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avening sword unsheath! March On march on all
hearts resolved On liberty or death.
2 With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile in
satiate despots dare, Their thirst for gold and power unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air! To mete and vend the
light and air! Like beasts of burden they load us
Like god would bid their slaves adore; But man is man and who is more?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us? To arms to arms ye brave
Th'avening sword unsheath! March On march on all
hearts resolved On liberty or death.
3 O Liberty! can man resign thee? Once having
felt thy generous flame, Can dungeon blots and bars confine thee,
Or whips thy noble spirit tame? Or whips thy noble
spirit tame? Too long the world has wept bewailing
The blood stained sword our conquerors wield; But freedom is sword and shield.
And all their arts are unavailing! To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avening sword unsheath! March On march on all
hearts resolved On liberty or death.
myriads bid you rise! You children, wives and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears, and hear their cries! Behold their tears and
hear their cries Shall hateful tyrannt mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land,
When peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avening sword unsheath! March On march on all
hearts resolved On liberty or death.
2 With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile in
satiate despots dare, Their thirst for gold and power unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air! To mete and vend the
light and air! Like beasts of burden they load us
Like god would bid their slaves adore; But man is man and who is more?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us? To arms to arms ye brave
Th'avening sword unsheath! March On march on all
hearts resolved On liberty or death.
3 O Liberty! can man resign thee? Once having
felt thy generous flame, Can dungeon blots and bars confine thee,
Or whips thy noble spirit tame? Or whips thy noble
spirit tame? Too long the world has wept bewailing
The blood stained sword our conquerors wield; But freedom is sword and shield.
And all their arts are unavailing! To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avening sword unsheath! March On march on all
hearts resolved On liberty or death.
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