That wealth and that glory immortal may be,
If she is but just, and we are but free.

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O'er their heads aloft in mid-sky

Three bright angel forms were seen:

This was Hampden, that was Sidney,

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With fair Liberty between.

"Soon," they cried, "your foes you 'll banish,
Soon the triumph shall be won;

Scarce shall setting Phoebus vanish

Ere the deathless deed be done."

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Those heroes who for freedom fought:

In freedom's cause we 'll march, their fame
By their example greatly taught.

Our king we love, but North we hate
Nor will to him submission own;

If death 's our doom, we 'll brave our fate,
But pay allegiance to the throne.

Then rouse, my sons! from slavery free

Your suffering homes, from God's high wrath!

Gird on your steel: give liberty

To all who follow in our path!

And every time they shoot it off

It takes a horn of powder,

And makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.

I went as nigh to one myself
As Siah's underpinning,

And father went as nigh again-
I thought the deuce was in him.

Cousin Simon grew so bold

I thought he would have cock'd it;
It scar'd me so I shrink'd it off,

And hung by father's pocket.

And Captain Davis had a gun;
He kind of clapt his hand on 't,
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on 't.

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The breezes went steadily thro' the tall pines,
A saying "Oh hu-ush!" a saying "Oh hu-ush!"

As stilly stole by a bold legion of horse,

For Hale in the bush, for Hale in the bush.

"Keep still!" said the thrush as she nestled her young, In a nest by the road, in a nest by the road;

"For the tyrants are near, and with them appear

What bodes us no good, what bodes us no good."

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The brave captain heard it and thought of his home,

In a cot by the brook, in a cot by the brook, With mother and sister and memories dear,

He so gaily forsook, he so gaily forsook.

Cooling shades of the night were coming apace,
The tattoo had beat, the tattoo had beat:
The noble one sprang from his dark lurking-place
To make his retreat, to make his retreat.

He warily trod on the dry rustling leaves,

As he pass'd thro' the wood, as he pass'd thro' the wood,

And silently gain'd his rude launch on the shore,

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The guards of the camp, on that dark, dreary night,

Had a murderous will, had a murderous will: They took him and bore him afar from the shore, To a hut on the hill, to a hut on the hill.

No mother was there, nor a friend who could cheer,
In that little stone cell, in that little stone cell.
But he trusted in love from his father above:

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In his heart all was well, in his heart all was well.

An ominous owl with his solemn base voice

Sat moaning hard by, sat moaning hard by: "The tyrant's proud minions most gladly rejoice,

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For he must soon die, for he must soon die."

The brave fellow told them, no thing he restrain'd,
The cruel gen'ral, the cruel gen'ral;
His errand from camp, of the ends to be gain'd;

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And said that was all, and said that was all.

They took him and bound him and bore him away.

Down the hill's grassy side, down the hill's grassy side.

'T was there the base hirelings, in royal array,
His cause did deride, his cause did deride.

Five minutes were given, short moments, no more,
For him to repent, for him to repent:
He pray'd for his mother, he ask'd not another:
To Heaven he went, to Heaven he went.

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