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tis the trumpet ! the call of the brave , The death - song of tyrants , and dirge of the slave , Our country lies bleeding , oh ! fly to her aid : One arm that defends , is worth hosts that invade . In death's kindly bosom our last hope ...
tis the trumpet ! the call of the brave , The death - song of tyrants , and dirge of the slave , Our country lies bleeding , oh ! fly to her aid : One arm that defends , is worth hosts that invade . In death's kindly bosom our last hope ...
Page 484
And at length when ye complain With a murmur weak and vain Tis to see the tyrants crew Ride over your wives and you- Blood is on the grass like dew . This is Slavery - savage men , would endure not as ye do . Or wild beasts within a den ...
And at length when ye complain With a murmur weak and vain Tis to see the tyrants crew Ride over your wives and you- Blood is on the grass like dew . This is Slavery - savage men , would endure not as ye do . Or wild beasts within a den ...
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... of Italy By oppression's woes and pains 292 ... 222 398 ... By the rude bridge that arched the flood 343 Can tyrants but by tyrants conquer'd be Children of Norway , the ancient nations 381 236 506 Come arm ye ! Come , arm ye ! 505.
... of Italy By oppression's woes and pains 292 ... 222 398 ... By the rude bridge that arched the flood 343 Can tyrants but by tyrants conquer'd be Children of Norway , the ancient nations 381 236 506 Come arm ye ! Come , arm ye ! 505.
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