The Liberty tree

When our tutelar saint, in his wigwam reclin'd, Cmok'd his pipe to enliven the strength of his mind, Surrounded by chiefts he this sentiment gave— Let no people on earth, sons, your freedom enslave, For the God of Alknomac our saviour shall be, And shelter the brave with the Liberty tree.

Though the blood of our chiefs should encrimson the skies. Yet the spirit of strength from their manes will arise: Indignant, flourish the hatchet of war, And the cries of the foe will be from afar. "For nature's great charter the right never gave, "That one mortal another should dare to enslave."

When our foes would disunion and discord employ, And by art, not by arms, lay the ruins of Troy; It becomes us, my friends, all united to be, Surrounding the root of our Liberty tree. "For nature's great charter the right never gave. "That one mortal another should dare to enslave."

"May that freedom whose rays we are taught to adore, "Beam bright as the sun, and bless every shere." No nation that strives to be wilder mankind, Can the sons of Columbia in setters e er bind; For the God of Alknomac our saviour shall be And shelter the brave with the Liberty tree