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1. Sons of the bright and glorious land,
Where freedom first did find a home,
Arouse and with avenging hand,
Consign the traitors to their doom.
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Down with the traitors’ serpent flag,
Death to the wretch o’er whom it waves
And let our heavenborn banner float,
O'er freemens’ homes and traitors’ graves.
2. No foreign foe assails us now,
No tyrant from a distant shore,
In reverence all the nations bow
And friendship from our hands implore.
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3. But vipers whom our fire hath warmed
And wretches whom our hands have fed
Have dared tear down our nation’s flag
And raise their ensign in its stead.
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4. Our fathers fought for liberty
From an oppressive enemy
We fight as they did to be free
From the foul yoke of slavery.
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5. In arrogance and proud disdain
The tyrants lord it o’er the South,
But never, never can they reign
O’er the freemen of Northern birth.
