alley, and with them march to the rescue of our kinsmen in oppression and doubt.
Soldiers, it is the hour for immortality or obloquy.
The will of the veteran is sustained by Omnipotence, and the blood of the martyr shall nourish the Bay Tree of Liberty.
Who falters, sides with the foe — who disdains odds carves his own escutcheon, which fame shall ponder and memory treasure.
Soldiers, we challenge you once more to the field.
Through the earnest solicitation of many Marylanders, Captain Edmund Barry has accepted an appointment to lead you back to your homes.
Marylanders, will you go?
Or shall the hollow query be made, Where were they?
Sons of Revolutionary sires!
the Goddess of History is vigilant, and notes the actions of the solemn hour!
Be men, and abide the issue.
Our leader is grown grey in the clatter of arms, and is eager to offer his last, best tribute as a bequest to his posterity.
Marylanders, will you stand by him?
Soldiers, will you die with us, for our righ