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Hark ! it is your country's call! Lo ! she bids her brave sons all Make the bands of traitors fall,
In recreant graves to lie.
Would you see our broad domain, By giant treason rent in twain, In border-strifes your children slain ? Back as cowards fall.
Would you see our banner bright, Wave untorn in Freedom's light, Brave the world's united might ?
Strike, then, once for all.
Come from homes you love so dear, Come with hearts that know no fear, Come with might in bow and spear,
Down bid slavery go.
By the prayers our fathers breathed, By the trusts to us bequeathed, By the hopes our hearts which heaved, Smite oppression low.