 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
FORGET NOT THE TROPHY.
Forget not the trophy we made her,
The country so glorious and dear,
When, to grapple the ruthless invader,
We took up the rifle and spear.
He came with his engines of power,
And he spoke with the despot's decree,
But we rose in our wrath, and the hour
That saw us enslaved, saw us free!
The country so glorious and dear,
When, to grapple the ruthless invader,
We took up the rifle and spear.
He came with his engines of power,
And he spoke with the despot's decree,
But we rose in our wrath, and the hour
That saw us enslaved, saw us free!
We struck down the fool for his error,
When arm'd for our freedom, we rose;
And he shrank from the combat in terror,
Never dreaming the weight of our blows!
Did he deem that so feeble a spirit,
Though arm'd by such sov'reign desires,
Could seize on the rights we inherit
From a race of such true-hearted sires?
When arm'd for our freedom, we rose;
And he shrank from the combat in terror,
Never dreaming the weight of our blows!
Did he deem that so feeble a spirit,
Though arm'd by such sov'reign desires,
Could seize on the rights we inherit
From a race of such true-hearted sires?
Oh! forget not the trophy then made her—
That freedom so fondly we boast,
When we struck down the ruthless invader,
And scattered his insolent host;
When our banner of palm, proudly waving,
Shone out o'er the perilous plain,
And our eagle, all destiny braving,
Grew drunk in the blood of the slain
That freedom so fondly we boast,
When we struck down the ruthless invader,
And scattered his insolent host;
When our banner of palm, proudly waving,
Shone out o'er the perilous plain,
And our eagle, all destiny braving,
Grew drunk in the blood of the slain
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