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 shield
And heaven is smiling oer us
The woes and pains the galling chains
Which kept our spirits under
In proud disdain we've broke again
And torn each link asunder
March to the battle-field, &c.
The foe is now before us.
Each heart is freedoms shield
And heaven is smiling oer us
The woes and pains the galling chains
Which kept our spirits under
In proud disdain we've broke again
And torn each link asunder
March to the battle-field, &c.
Who for his country brave
would fly from the invader
Who his base life to save
Would traitor-like degrade her;
Our hallow'd cause our home and laws
Gainst tyrant power sustaining
Well gain a crown of bright renown
Or die our rights maintaining.
March to the battle field &c.
would fly from the invader
Who his base life to save
Would traitor-like degrade her;
Our hallow'd cause our home and laws
Gainst tyrant power sustaining
Well gain a crown of bright renown
Or die our rights maintaining.
March to the battle field &c.