Sons of freedom! break your slumbers
The day of glory’s drawing nigh,
Against us tyranny’s red numbers
Rear their bloody banner high.
Rear their bloody banner high.
Hark! hirelings fierce for brutal strife,
Far and near sound war’s alarms,
And outrage in your very arms,
The hopes-the partners of your life.
To arms! brave citizens! Array each gallant band!
March on! march on! your tyrants’ blood
Shall drench the thirsty land! ! ! !
We’ll march! we’ll march! our tyrants’ blood
Shall drench the thirsty land! ! ! ! !
What demand their banded minions?
What dares each despicable king?
Amid the flap of Freedom’s pinions,
Hear their rusty fetters ring.
Hear their rusty fetters ring.
For us? ‘Tis but an insult vain
That shall arouse our hearts the more,
We broke their manacles before,
We’ll dash them into dust again.
To arms! brave citizens, etc.
Shall an alien crew conspiring,
Make laws to blight a freeman’s hearth?
Shall the mercenary hireling
Tread all our manly pride to earth?
Tread all our manly pride to earth.
Great God! shall mighty millions cower
And ‘neath a yoke so paltry yield,
Shall petty despots basely wield
A nation’s strength-a people’s power?
To arms! brave citizens, etc.
Tremble, tyrants! traitors! tremble,
Plague spots of the factious few!
Plot, conspire, betray, dissemble.
You shall not escape your due!
You shall not escape your due!
For we’ll be soldiers one and all-
If hundreds die-fresh thousands stand-
Every death recruits a band
Vowed to crush you or to fall.
To arms! brave citizens, etc.
And now, like warriors, gallant-hearted,
Learn by turns to strike and spare-
Pity those, whom faction parted,
And would be with us, did they dare!
They would be with us, did they dare!
But for those despotic knaves,
Who make them play the minion’s part
And tear their bleeding country’s heart,
Onward-onward o’er their graves!
To arms! brave citizens! etc.
Children of each hallowed martyr!
Kindle fresh the kindred strife-
‘Mid their ashes Freedom’s Charter
Shall set the seal upon their life.
Shall set the seal upon their life.
Less eager to survive the brave
Than to partake their honoured rest,
NOW dare the worst-and hope the best,
But never-never die a slave.
To arms! brave citizens! etc.
Our country’s sacred love inspires-
Freedom!-those who fight with thee!
For the land-for the land of our sires,
The home and birthright of the free!
The home and birthright of the free!
Fight with us Freedom-at thy voice
Victory hails our strong career
Till stricken tyrants dying hear,
The liberated world rejoice!
To arms! brave citizens! array each gallant band!
March on! march on! your tyrants’ blood
Shall drench the thirsty land.
We’ll march! we’ll march! our tyrants’ blood
Shall drench the thirsty land.
(Ernest Jones)
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