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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

The Volunteer’s March

YE, whom Washington has led,

Ye, who in his footsteps tread,

Ye, who death or danger dread,

Haste to glorious victory.

Now’s the day, and now’s the hour,

See the British navy lour,

See approach proud George’s power,

England’s chains and slavery.

Who would be a traitor knave—

Who would fill a coward’s grave—

Who so base to be a slave?

Traitor, coward, turn and flee!

Meet the tyrants, one and all,

Freemen stand or freemen fall:

At Columbia’s patriot call,

At her mandate, march away!

Former times have see them yield,

Seen them drove from every field,

Routed, ruin’d or repell’d:

Seize the spirit of those times!

By oppression’s woes and pains—

By our sons in servile chains—

We will bleed from all our veins,

But they shall be—shall be free.

O’er the standard of their power

Bid Columbia’s eagle tower,

Give them hail in such a shower

As shall blast them horse and man.

Lay the proud invaders low;

Tyrants fall in every foe,

Liberty’s in every blow—

Forward! let us do or die!