Wake Narraghansetts! wake!
The foe is in our borders!
Come forth for hill and lake;
Repel the bold marauders!
Disgrace and pains
And servile chains
Shall Indians languish under?
No, we disdain
The yengee's chain,
And mock his booming thunder!
Come forth from vale and plain,
From river, wood and fountain;
Come, like the hurricane,
When storms sweep o'er the mountain!
Our cry shall be,
«For liberty!»
The strong arm we are baring;
For child and sire,
And council fire,
The foe shall rue our daring!