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Bruce (search for this): chapter 188
, I see! The plume-crested horsemen I see, I see! Down mountain and valley the hosts are streaming, And shouting the battle-cry, “One and Free.” The Northmen are coming, &c. The peal of their bugles I hear, I hear! The clangor of trumpets I hear, I hear! The banners outflame like the blazing morn, O'er billows of bayonet, sword, and spear. The Northmen are coming, &c. With rattle of musket they come, they come! With thunder of cannon they come, they come! With tempest of fire, and storm of steel, To drive out the traitors from Freedom's home. The Northmen are coming, &c. The boom of their cannon is Tyranny's knell; Wherever they battle shall Liberty dwell; They fight for the holiest hope of man; They triumph with Washington, Bruce, and Tell. The Northmen are coming, &c. They come with the banners our sires unfurled, Unfurled for the exile, the bondman, the world; And Heaven shall speed their victorious march, Till Liberty's foes to the dust be hurled. The Northmen are coming,
George Perry (search for this): chapter 188
67. the Northmen are coming. by George Perry. The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho! The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho! The Northmen, the Northmen, The warriors of Freedom! The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho! Their star-spangled banners I see, I see! The plume-crested horsemen I see, I see! Down mountain and valley the hosts are streaming, And shouting the battle-cry, “One and Free.” The Northmen are coming, &c. The peal of their bugles I hear, I hear! The clangor of trumpets I hear, I hear! The banners outflame like the blazing morn, O'er billows of bayonet, sword, and spear. The Northmen are coming, &c. With rattle of musket they come, they come! With thunder of cannon they come, they come! With tempest of fire, and storm of steel, To drive out the traitors from Freedom's home. The Northmen are coming, &c. The boom of their cannon is Tyranny's knell; Wherever they battle shall Liberty dwell; They fight for the holiest hope of man; They triumph with Washington, Bruce, and Tell
John A. Washington (search for this): chapter 188
e, I see! The plume-crested horsemen I see, I see! Down mountain and valley the hosts are streaming, And shouting the battle-cry, “One and Free.” The Northmen are coming, &c. The peal of their bugles I hear, I hear! The clangor of trumpets I hear, I hear! The banners outflame like the blazing morn, O'er billows of bayonet, sword, and spear. The Northmen are coming, &c. With rattle of musket they come, they come! With thunder of cannon they come, they come! With tempest of fire, and storm of steel, To drive out the traitors from Freedom's home. The Northmen are coming, &c. The boom of their cannon is Tyranny's knell; Wherever they battle shall Liberty dwell; They fight for the holiest hope of man; They triumph with Washington, Bruce, and Tell. The Northmen are coming, &c. They come with the banners our sires unfurled, Unfurled for the exile, the bondman, the world; And Heaven shall speed their victorious march, Till Liberty's foes to the dust be hurled. The Northmen are coming,