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THE PATRIOT'S SONG.
“Εις οιωνος αριστος αμυνεσθαι περι πατρης.”
March! the day is come for battle!
Make your falchions bright;
Wake the drum and trumpet's rattle,
March to fight the fight;
For the battle is for freedom,
And our might is right.
Make your falchions bright;
Wake the drum and trumpet's rattle,
March to fight the fight;
For the battle is for freedom,
And our might is right.
March! the golden crown is failing
From the tyrant's brow;
All his spears are unavailing
'Gainst our coming now;
For the battle is for freedom,
And our might is right!
From the tyrant's brow;
All his spears are unavailing
'Gainst our coming now;
For the battle is for freedom,
And our might is right!
March! the marching makes us stronger
Even as we come;
Chains and prison-bars no longer
Keep our brothers dumb;
For the battle is for freedom,
And our might is right!
Even as we come;
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Keep our brothers dumb;
For the battle is for freedom,
And our might is right!
March! our spears are sharp with blessings,
And our swords with prayer;
Mothers' love and wives' caressings
Are the steel we wear;
For the battle is for freedom,
And our might is right.
And our swords with prayer;
Mothers' love and wives' caressings
Are the steel we wear;
For the battle is for freedom,
And our might is right.
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