When Union ruled our noble land,
And Liberty’s arms were round her,
No foemen could her power withstand,
No danger could astound her.
But now, in rebel ranks displayed,
With despot snares behind them,
Old friends we see as foes arrayed,
And mark them, as we find them!
We mark the wretch, where’er he be,
Who’s false to the land that bore him;
We’ll mark the knave who swears he’s free,
Yet brooks a traitor o’er him!
And more than all, we’ll mark the men
Whose traitorous inclination
Would rivet foreign chains again
O’er Freedom’s chosen nation!
When strangers sought Columbia’s shore,
And the wanderer claimed protection,
We bade them share our peaceful store,
And asked no mean subjection.
And now, thank God! when Treason’s band
Conspire in vile communion,
We see the sons of every land
Combined to shield our Union!
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Beautiful Union.