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BRITISH FREEDOM.
I
We want no flag, no flaunting rag,For Liberty to fight;
We want no blaze of murderous guns,
To struggle for the right.
Our spears and swords are printed words,
The mind our battle-plain;
We've won such victories before,
And so we shall again.
II
We love no triumphs sprung of force—They stain her brightest cause:
'Tis not in blood that Liberty
Inscribes her civil laws.
She writes them on the people's heart
In language clear and plain;
True thoughts have moved the world before,
And so they shall again.
III
We yield to none in earnest loveOf Freedom's cause sublime;
We join the cry, “Fraternity!”
We keep the march of Time.
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Our victories to obtain;
We've won without their aid before,
And so we shall again.
IV
We want no aid of barricadeTo show a front to wrong;
We have a citadel in truth,
More durable and strong.
Calm words, great thoughts, unflinching faith,
Have never striv'n in vain;
They've won our battles many a time,
And so they shall again.
V
Peace, Progress, Knowledge, Brotherhood—The ignorant may sneer,
The bad deny; but we rely
To see their triumph near.
No widows' groans shall load our cause,
Nor blood of brethren stain;
We've won without such aid before,
And so we shall again.
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