New minstrel/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 freedom's shield,
And heaven is smiling o'er us.

The woes and pains, the galling chains.
Which kept our spirit under,
In proud disdain we've broke again,
And tore 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?
March to the battle field, &c.