OUR bosoms we'll bare for the glorious strife, And our oath is recorded on high, To prevail in the cause that is dearer than life, Or crushed in its ruins to die! Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! 'Tis the home we hold sacred is laid to our trust -- God bless the green Isle of the brave! Should a conqueror tread on our forefather's dust, It would rouse the old dead from their grave! Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! In a Briton's sweet home shall a spoiler abide, Profaning its loves and its charms? Shall a frenchman insult the loved fair at our side? To arms! oh, my Country, to arms! Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! Shall a tyrant enslave us, my countrymen! -- No! His head to the sword shall be given -- A death-bed repentance be taught the proud foe, And his blood be an offering to Heaven! Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VACANT CAGE (1) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON SATIRE: 1. TO JOHN POYNZ (POINS) by THOMAS WYATT |