37. the song of Freedom.air--“Near the lake where drooped the willow.” On our hill-tops, fortress crested,
Long time ago,
Freedom's battles were contested
With a stern foe.
There the flag of Freedom flying
Like Heaven's bow,
Nerved the living, cheered the dying,
Long time ago.
Sons of freemen, do the fires
In your hearts glow,
That sustained your gallant sires
Long time ago?
Then arouse, a band of brothers!
To the world show
Slavery's chains may rest on others,
On you, never! no!