Patriot hearts and loyal souls!

Ye whose faith no fear controls—

Lo! the storm of treason rolls

Round your glorious liberty!

Rebel swords have struck your shield—

Traitor hands their poniards wield—

Miscreant tyrants bid ye yield

Power and place to slavery!

By your ancient heroes’ blood,

By their deeds on field and flood;

By the fruits of Freedom’s bud,

Sprung from northern loyalty—

Strike at once these daring foes—

Round their soil your legions close—

Bid them drain the cup of woes

They would fill for you and me.

Heaven is on the Freeman’s side—

God still rules the battle’s tide—

Heaven and God they have defied,

Who make war for slavery!

Let them feel a patriot’s ire,

Withering all their base desire—

Let our anger be as fire,

Blasting chains and tyranny!