We grieve them with our mingled tears,
And a nation springs to the bugle call,
And the starry flag floats over all.
God grant that this may ever be
The land of love and liberty,
And that Old Glory's stripe and star
Shall ne'er again be raised in war!
And a nation springs to the bugle call,
And the starry flag floats over all.
God grant that this may ever be
The land of love and liberty,
And that Old Glory's stripe and star
Shall ne'er again be raised in war!
REBEL AND PATRIOT
A hero rose in armor bright
To drive a tyrant from the land;
The monarch brought his armed band
And crushed him in a single fight,
And wrong still triumphed over right.
The rebel died, his honored name
Was branded with a traitor's shame.
Another rose in greater might,
With dauntless men at his command
And drove the tyrant from the land.
The people cheered the noble deed,
And placed the crown upon his head,
The crown of him who first had bled
In freedom's cause and sown the seed.
To drive a tyrant from the land;
The monarch brought his armed band
And crushed him in a single fight,
And wrong still triumphed over right.
The rebel died, his honored name
Was branded with a traitor's shame.
Another rose in greater might,
With dauntless men at his command
And drove the tyrant from the land.
The people cheered the noble deed,
And placed the crown upon his head,
The crown of him who first had bled
In freedom's cause and sown the seed.
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