The Emancipation Car :: :: University of Virginia Library

Come, friends, awake! The day is dawning,
'Tis time that we were in the field;
Shake off your fears and cease your yawning,
And buckle on your sword and shield,
And buckle on your sword and shield,
The enemy is now advancing.
The Tyrant-Host is great and strong;
But ah, their reign will not be long,
We shrink not at their war-steeds prancing.
Stand up, stand up my boys,
The battle field is ours;
Fight on! Fight on! all hearts resolved,
To break the Tyrant's power.

The men of God have quite deserted

The battle-field and gone their way;
The world will never be converted,
While tyrants bear despotic sway;
While tyrants bear despotic sway;
The infidels are quite astounded,
And Atheists do speechless stand,
To see God's image wear the brand,
While with God's word, they thus surrounded.
Stand up! Stand up! my braves,
The army ne'er forsake;
March on! March on! all hearts resolved,
The tyrant's power to break.

We boast not of our might in number;
Our weapons are not carnal steel;
The weight of arms does not encumber
Our progress in the battle field;
Our progress in the battle field;
But truth, the mighty arm of power,
Shall smite the great Goliah down,
And pluck from Monarch's head the crown
Which o'er our race has long been towering.
Be brave! Be brave my boys!
The battle ne'er give o'er.
March on! March on! all hearts resolved
To leave the ranks no more.

'Tis true that we are few in number,
And yet, those few are brave and strong,
Like Athen's mighty sons of thunder,
Upon the plains of Marathon;

Upon the plains of Marathon.
With courage bold, we'll take our station,
Against the mighty host of whites,
And plead like men for equal rights,
And thus exalt our fallen Nation.
“To arms! To arms! my braves,”
The sword of truth unsheath.
March on! March on! all hearts resolved,
On Liberty or death.