COME ON!

Ho! hearts of Freemen, true and brave, With honest ardor beating, A nation, robbed by every knave, Calls on us now to help and save— To snatch her glory from its grave, And looks for no retreating; March to the music, boys! Freedom forever! Victory waits for our Earnest endeavor! The day of final doom has come To Slavery’s dark aggression, And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum, A People’s voice for trump and drum, We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home, The red fiend of Oppression! March! etc. Free hands shall till that virgin soil— The sunset’s blooming neighbor; And there, where simple freemen toil, Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil, No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil, On limbs of honest labor! March! etc. Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea, The dread of “Dissolution;” Our free soil ever shall be free, And threatful braggarts soon may see Their Treason’s Harvest-Home shall be To reap their own confusion! March! etc. Then rally! rally! True and Brave, Come on for God and Freedom! Before eternal justice wave, From heaven the crime-avenging glaive, And Ruin howl above our grave As over ancient Edom! March to the music, boys, Freedom forever! Victory waits for our Earnest endeavor!