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In freedom we're born, and, like sons of the brave,
We'll never surrender,
But swear to defend her, And scorn to survive, if unable to save.
Our grandsires, blest heroes ! we'll give them a tear, Nor sully their honors, by stooping to fear; Thro' deaths and thro' dangers, their trophies they won, We dare be their rivals, nor will be outdone.
Let tyrants and minions presume to despise, Encroach on our rights, and make freedom their prize: The fruits of^their rapine they never shall keep; Tho' vengeance may nod, yet how short is her sleep !
The tree, which proud Haman for Mordecai rear'd, Stands recorded, that virtue endanger'd is spar'd, That rogues whom no bonds and no laws can restrain, Must be stript of their honors, and humbled again.
Our wives and our babes, still protected, shall know, Those who dare to be free, shall for ever be so; On these arms and these hearts they may safely rely, For in freedom we'll live, or like heroes we'll die. |
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