Ye sons of toil, awake to glory!|
Hark, hark, what myriads bid you rise;
Your children, wives and grandsires hoary
|: Behold their tears and hear their cries! :|
Shall hateful tyrants mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band
Affright and desolate the land,
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms! to arms! ye brave!
Th' avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On Victory or Death.
2. With luxury and pride surrounded,|
The vile, insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst for gold and power unbounded
|: To mete and vend the light and air, :|
Like beasts of burden, would they load us,
Like gods would bid their slaves adore,
But Man is Man, and who is more?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us?
3. O, Liberty! can man resign thee?
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