The Volunteer'S March[A]

July, 1814

Dulce est pro patria mori.

[A] This little ode, with the addition of two new stanzas is somewhat altered from one of Robert Burns' compositions, and applied to an american occasion: the original being Bruce's supposed address to his army, a little before the battle of Bannockbourne.--Freneau's note.

Ye, whom Washington has led, Ye, who in his footsteps tread, Ye, who death nor danger dread, Haste to glorious victory.

Now's the day and now's the hour; See the British navy lour, See approach proud George's power, England! chains and slavery.

Who would be a traitor knave? Who would fill a coward's grave? Who so base to be a slave? Traitor, coward, turn and flee.

Meet the tyrants, one and all; Freemen stand, or freemen fall-- At Columbia's patriot call, At her mandate, march away!

Former times have seen them yield, Seen them drove from every field, Routed, ruin'd, and repell'd-- Seize the spirit of those times!

By oppression's woes and pains-- By our sons in servile chains We will bleed from all our veins But they shall be--shall be free.

O'er the standard of their power Bid Columbia's eagle tower, Give them hail in such a shower As shall blast them--horse and man!

Lay the proud invaders low, Tyrants fall in every foe; Liberty's in every blow, Forward! let us do or die.