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... be slaves , While the earth bears a plant , or the sea rolls its waves . " PHILADELPHIA : PUBLISHED BY WM . MCCARTY , NO . 27 NORTH FIFTH STREET . ENTERED according to Act of Congress , in the year 1842 . SONGS , PHILADELPHIA: ...
... be slaves , While the earth bears a plant , or the sea rolls its waves . " PHILADELPHIA : PUBLISHED BY WM . MCCARTY , NO . 27 NORTH FIFTH STREET . ENTERED according to Act of Congress , in the year 1842 . SONGS , PHILADELPHIA: ...
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... wave - congealing cold . Haste ! to your tents in iron fetters bring These slaves , that serve a tyrant , and a king . So just , so virtuous is your cause , I say , Hell must prevail , if Britain gains the day . 32 DEATH OF COL ...
... wave - congealing cold . Haste ! to your tents in iron fetters bring These slaves , that serve a tyrant , and a king . So just , so virtuous is your cause , I say , Hell must prevail , if Britain gains the day . 32 DEATH OF COL ...
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... wave ? Say , was he not your sire ? And shall the liberty he gave Upon his grave expire ? The stormy wave could not appal ; Nor where the MILITARY SONGS . 107 Their mangled corses, and yet teeming blood, ...
... wave ? Say , was he not your sire ? And shall the liberty he gave Upon his grave expire ? The stormy wave could not appal ; Nor where the MILITARY SONGS . 107 Their mangled corses, and yet teeming blood, ...
Sida 108
... wave to Liberty , Or be to us a shroud . O'er those who fall , the soldier's tear Exulting shall be shed ; We'll bear them upon honour's bier , To sleep in honour's bed . The maiden , with her hurried breath And rapture - 108 MILITARY ...
... wave to Liberty , Or be to us a shroud . O'er those who fall , the soldier's tear Exulting shall be shed ; We'll bear them upon honour's bier , To sleep in honour's bed . The maiden , with her hurried breath And rapture - 108 MILITARY ...
Sida 116
... waves still and small , Distain'd his white bosom and side . “ His visage was ghastly in death , His hair , that so lavishly curl'd , I saw , as he lay on the heath , In blood , and with dew - drops impearl'd . How dumb is the tongue ...
... waves still and small , Distain'd his white bosom and side . “ His visage was ghastly in death , His hair , that so lavishly curl'd , I saw , as he lay on the heath , In blood , and with dew - drops impearl'd . How dumb is the tongue ...
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arms band banner battle BATTLE OF BENNINGTON battle's blood boast bold bosom boys brave breast breath bright Britain British Briton brow Burgoyne cannons Columbia's country's dare dark dear death deeds dread e'er fair fame fate fear fell field fight fire flag flame fought Freedom freedom's land freemen gallant gallant band Gaul glorious glory grave Hail Hark heart Heaven heroes hills honour host Hurrah John Burgoyne Kentucky king La Fayette land laurel liberty light Lord Cornwallis loud lyre martial mighty mourn ne'er night North America numbers o'er patriot peace PHILIP FRENEAU plain pride proud Queenstown rage roar round savage shore skies slain slaves smile soldier song sons sons of Freedom soul sound stars storm sweet sword tears thee thou throne thunder troops tullalo Twas tyrants valiant valour victory warrior Washington wave weep wounded Yankees youth
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Sida 52 - STAND ! the ground's your own, my braves ! Will ye give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for greener graves ? Hope ye mercy still ? What's the mercy despots feel ! Hear it in that battle peal ! Read it on yon bristling steel ! Ask it — ye who will.
Sida 288 - Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave • Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save. Now all is calm, and fresh, and still; Alone the chirp of flitting bird, And talk of children on the hill, And bell of wandering kine, are heard.
Sida 289 - Truth crushed to earth, shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Sida 327 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks.
Sida 312 - When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on. Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, Has dimmed the glistening bayonet, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
Sida 285 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.
Sida 313 - Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Sida 298 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
Sida 311 - Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Sida 312 - When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun! to thee...