Song III. to Liberty

Mountain goddess! unconsin'd, Lang our fathers rov'd with thee, And left their sons this charge behind, Die, or live with Liberty.

Barb the arrow, fletch it new, From the eagle's soaring wing, Aim aright and send it true, From the strong bow's fatal string.

Be our points the tyrants fear, He who robs us of our right, All our fathers held so dear, All in which their sons delight.

Sing this theme to cheer the brave, He who aids not Freedom's cause. Let him live despis'd a slave, Unprotected by her laws.