FREEMEN! leave each lovely charmer! | |
| Round our sacred standard join; | |
| Haste and buckle on your armour— | |
| Form the Pennsylvania Line! | |
| Pennsylvania, famed in story, | 5 |
| Of our federal arch the key, | |
| Calls her sons to fields of glory, | |
| There to die, or still live free. | |
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| Arts of peace must now knock under— | |
| Martial ardour bears the sway— | 10 |
| Hark! Bellona calls in thunder | |
To the battle march away!
Pennsylvania, &c. | |
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| Haughty Britain long assailed us, | |
| Reckoning on our passive mood; | |
| But at length our patience fail’d us, | 15 |
Fired is now our Yankee blood!
Pennsylvania, &c. | |
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| Britain and her saucy minions, | |
| Freemen’s wrath shall quickly know; | |
| Freedom’s bird on sweeping pinions | |
Hurls her vengeance on the foe!
Pennsylvania, &c. | 20 |
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| Shade of Wayne! from blissful regions, | |
| Dart a glance of thy keen eye— | |
| View thy native state’s brave legions | |
March to conquer or to die!
Pennsylvania, &c. | |
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| Shade of Wayne! thy matchless spirit, | 25 |
| Animates us to be free:— | |
| Tars and soldiers all inherit | |
Thy undaunted bravery.
Pennsylvania, &c. | |
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| See our naval standard flaring | |
| Proudly o’er the mountain wave; | 30 |
| Graced by Biddle, cool and daring, | |
And Decatur, nobly brave!
Pennsylvania, &c. | |
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| View again our war-clad freemen, | |
| Marshall’d on the tented plains; | |
| Prompt to aid our gallant seamen, | 35 |
Break their captive brethren’s chains.
Pennsylvania, &c. | |
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| Freedom’s cause we fondly cherish, | |
| We’ll ne’er fill ignoble graves: | |
| We will triumph, or we’ll perish, | |
For Colombians can’t be slaves!
Pennsylvania, &c. | 40 |
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| Haste then, comrades, leave each charmer! | |
| Round our sacred standard join; | |
| Haste! and buckle on your armour, | |
Form the Pennsylvania Line!
Pennsylvania, &c. | |
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