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!