Let the song of the ransom'd remember the dead, And on Fame's golden tablets their triumphs enroll'd, Who on freedom's green hills, freedom's banner unfurl'd, And the beacon-fire rais'd that gave light to the world. 'Twas for us and our children, to conquer or die, Undaunted they stood, where the war-storm burst o'er them; Each blade drew a thunderbolt down from the sky, Till the foeman turn'd pale, and was wither'd before them. Then from Liberty's band, - Went a shout thro' the land, As the rainbow of peace their fair heritage spann'd; Where the banner of freedom in pride was unfurl❜d, And the beacon-fire rose that gave light to the world. They are gone-mighty men! and they sleep in their fame; Shall we ever forget them? Oh, never! no, never!Let our sons learn from us to embalm each great name, And the anthem send down-" Independence for ever." Wake, wake, heart and tongue! Keep the theme ever young Let their deeds thro' the long line of ages be sung, When on freedom's green hills freedom's banner unfurl'd, And the beacon-fire rais'd that gave light to the world. MARSEILLES HYMN OF LIBERTY. YE sons of Freedom, wake to glory, Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Now, now, the dangerous storm is rolling, With luxury and pride surrounded, Oh, Liberty, can man resign thee, Too long the world has wept, bewailing DAY OF GLORY. AIR-" Seots wha hae." DAY of glory, welcome day! On the rocks where pilgrims kneel'd, O'er the trembling sea. God of armies! did thy stars On our standard, lo! they burn, God of peace! whose spirit fills By the pilgrim's toils and cares, MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD. AIR-" Oft in the stilly night. MARCH to the battle field, The foe is now before us; We've brok'n again, And tore each link assunder. March to the, &c. . Who, for his country brave, Would fly from her invader? Who, his base life to save, Would, traitor-like, degrade her? Our home and laws, We'll gain a crown Of bright renown, Or die our rights maintaining! March to the, &c. BATTLE SONG. TUNE-"Bruce's Address." HARK! the deep'ning voice of war, Forward! and your weapons draw, Sons of Liberty! Let your banners wave in air Let your light'nings fiercely glare! Freely ev'ry danger share For your Liberty! Freedom! glorious, fair and bright! Guard her with a giant might! Sons of Liberty! Never let the word be said, That in time of battle dread, Columbia's sons from danger fled, No! it shall not be! Where the death-storm thickest rains! Never turns to flee! See the foes now yield the ground! Shout for victory! WE NEVER WILL BE SLAVES. AIR-"The gallant Troubadour." FROM birth my native land I've owned As liberty's blest shore; In every heart she sits enthroned, Then shall we lose our chartered right No, while we've hearts and hands to fight, Columbia's sons, with freedom born, Our fertile fields are gilt with corn, And shall we lose them!-No! |