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FREEDOMS sons, awake to glory; | |
Bid Columbias eagle soar! | |
Once our deeds have rung in story; | |
Burns the patriot flame no more? | |
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Shall that arm which haughty Britain | 5 |
In its gristle found too strong: | |
That, by which her hosts were smitten, | |
Shall that arm be palsied long? | |
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See our sons of ocean kneeling | |
To a tyrants stripes and chains! | 10 |
Partisan! hast thou no feeling, | |
When the hardy tar complains? | |
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See the British press-gang seize him, | |
Victim of relentless power! | |
Stout his heart is, but must fail him | 15 |
In this evil, trying hour! | |
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Wife and children did enfold him, | |
Ere he launchd upon the deep: | |
These shall neer again behold him; | |
These are left alone to weep. | 20 |
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Draggd on board his prison-dwelling | |
Snappd the cord of tender ties! | |
While his manly heart is swelling, | |
To the winds he gives his sighs. | |
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Sons of Freedom! rise and save him; | 25 |
Snatch him from the tyrants power; | |
And thy country then shall have him, | |
Friend in perils darkest hour. | |
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