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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 insatiate 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.
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 insatiate 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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