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SONG OF THE N. B. VOLUNTEERS. 233
The moment for action, For conflict, has come ! Chorus — The fire sweeps the prairie, The tempest the sea, But nothing can conquer The hearts of the free !
'T is ours to keep burning,
On hill-top and glade, The fire on the altars
Our fathers have made. Our hearts beat together,
And shall to the last; Who fears for the future,
That thinks of the past ? The fire sweeps, &c.
Then up with the banner !
Mid sunlight or shade, Before we would suffer
Its brightness to fade, Amid the wild tumult
Upon the red plain, Our hearts, with their life-blood,
Would die it again !
The fire sweeps, &c.