Barring o' the Door/March to the Battle Field
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March to the Battle Field.
March to the battle-field,The foe is now before us.Each heart is freedoms shieldAnd heaven is smiling oer usThe woes and pains the galling chainsWhich kept our spirits underIn proud disdain we've broke againAnd torn each link asunderMarch to the battle-field, &c.
Who for his country bravewould fly from the invaderWho his base life to saveWould traitor-like degrade her;Our hallow'd cause our home and lawsGainst tyrant power sustainingWell gain a crown of bright renownOr die our rights maintaining.March to the battle field &c.