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A SONG FOR THE TIME. 237
They were the first to bend the knee,
When the standard waved abroad, They were the first to face the foe
On Bunker's bloody sod ; And ever in the van of fight,
The foremost, still, they trod, Until on many a well-fought field,
They gave their souls to God. Like true old Christian yeomen, The men of Seventy-six !
And now their sons all rise again,
With hearts as brave and true — The good old times are gone, and yet,
Thank God ! we have these new ; The tree our sires had planted
Seemed withering where it grew, But now, 't is bursting into bloom
'Neath heaven's own light and dew. The glorious Tree of Liberty, The seed of Seventy-six !