105. war song of the free.air--“Hail, Columbia.” I.
War sounds his tocsin loud and high;
Ye Freemen, hear the battle-cry:
Awake ye from your slumbers deep,
Your Country's honor still to keep!
Her hour of peril now is here!
The liberty she holds so dear,
The rebel Southrons fain would see
Consigned to blackest infamy.
Say, shall a traitor banner wave
O'er ashes of our bygone brave?
By the names we most revere,
By the trust we hold so dear,
Sound abroad the wild alarm,
Till it nerves each patriot's arm!
The air ye breathe as yet is free!
The song it sings is Liberty!
That boon for which our fathers died,
That boon so long our Country's pride,
That gift to every loyal son,
From the dear hand of Washington--
Ye offspring of the honored brave,
Say, shall it find a hireling grave,
While one more drop of blood remains,
To show where Freedom's spirit reigns?
As we bless, the God we love,
As we hope for heaven above,
Let us all united stand,
For the honor of our land!
By traitor hands shall Freedom die?
Her sacred shrines in ruin lie?
no! rings on every Northern breeze;
no! comes from all our inland seas;
no! bursts from every patriot's heart,
In country home, or city mart! 
The hallowed dust we tread cries out,
“Up, Freemen, at the battle shout;
Let not a traitor hand oppress,
While we have homes to guard and bless!”
By the good our fathers won,
By immortal Washington,
Let the cry, “we will be free!”
Echo on from sea to sea!
To arms!--and let the rebels feel
A freeman's blow, and blade of steel!
To arms! to arms! let all the world
See Freedom's banner wide unfurled!
Let all the waiting nations know
We still have hearts to dare a foe!
That, trusting in our fathers' God,
We ne'er will heed a tyrant's rod!
That we will guard our Liberty!
That to the end we will be free!
Then, in one united host,
Let us stand at Duty's post,
And let all the nations see
How we love our Liberty!