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With one cry we rush to battle, — Freedom and our native land!
From the quiet graves of Concord, Still as in our fathers' day,
Where her country's need is greatest, Massachusetts leads the way. To the fray, &c.
Onward dash the Pine- tree banner,
Where a threatened Senate calls, Ere a foe in Freedom's city
Desecrate her sacred halls. Where a son would strike a mother,
With a traitor's stealthy blow, Forward ! every loyal brother,
Fly to crush the dastard foe. To the fray, &c.
Onward, then, our stainless banner,
Let it kiss the Stripe and Star, Till in weal and woe united,
They forever wedded are. We will plant them by the river,
By the gulf and by the strand, Till they float, to float forever,
O'er a free, united land. To the fray, &c.