HO! hearts of Freemen, true and brave,
With honest ardor beating,
A nation, robbed by every knave,
Calls on us now to help and save—
To snatch her glory from its grave,
And looks for no retreating;
March to the music, boys!
Freedom forever!
Victory waits for our
Earnest endeavor!
The day of final doom has come
To Slavery’s dark aggression,
And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum,
A People’s voice for trump and drum,
We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home,
The red fiend of Oppression!
March! etc.
Free hands shall till that virgin soil—
The sunset’s blooming neighbor;
And there, where simple freemen toil,
Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil,
No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil,
On limbs of honest labor!
March! etc.
Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea,
The dread of “Dissolution;”
Our free soil _ever shall be free_,
And threatful braggarts soon may see
Their Treason’s Harvest-Home shall be
To reap their own confusion!
March! etc.
Then rally! rally! True and Brave,
Come on for God and Freedom!
Before eternal justice wave,
From heaven the crime-avenging glaive,
And Ruin howl above our grave
As over ancient Edom!
March to the music, boys,
Freedom forever!
Victory waits for our
Earnest endeavor!