The Eagle of Freedom

Since the Eagle of Freedom is rous'd from her nest, Let us chase her fell fiends on the hills of the west; In a contest so glorious, we'll rise above pain, For the soldiers of Freedom shall never complain.

As we march o'er the mountains that rise 'midst the clouds, Where the blue mist of heaven the sun beams enshrouds; Tho we labor o'er rocks and are delug'd with rain, Yet the soldiers of Freedom shall never complain,

That our ardor is honest, our conduct shall prove, While we act in support of that order we love; These feelings of honor we'll ever retain, And thy soldiers, O Freedom! shall never complain. Tho the fair we have left may breathe the fond sigh, And the drop of affection may moisten the eye, Yet we soon, my brave lads, shall embrave them again, And the daughters of Freedom shall never complain.

While our Federal Banner unfurls to the gale, The serpent of faction shall never prevail; The laws we'll defend them again and again, And we'll ne'er give our country cause to complain.