Auner’s Printing Office, N.E. Cor. Eleventh & Market, Philada.
The Oath, Or, Ye Freemen, how long will ye Stifle.
Ye freemen how long will ye stifle
The vengeance that justice inspires?
With treason how long will ye trifle,
And shame the proud name of your sires?
Out, out with the sword and the rifle,
For defence of your homes and your fires.
The flag of the old Revolution
Swear firmly to serve and uphold,
That no treasonous breath of pollution
Shall tarnish one star of its fold.
In this moment who hesitates, barters
The rights which his forefathers won,
He forfeits all claim to the charters
Transmitted from sire to son.
Kneel, kneel at the graves of your martyrs,
And swear on your sword and your gun:
Lay up your great oath on an altar
As huge and as strong as Stone Hengal:
And then with sword, fire and halter,
Sweep down to the field of revenge.
By the tombs of your sires and brothers,
The host which the traitors have slain;
By the tears of your sisters and mothers,
In secret concealing their pain,
The grief which the heroine smothers,
Consuming the heart and the brain,
By the sigh of the penniless widow
By the sob of her orphan’s despair,
Where they sit in the sorrowful shadow,
Kneel. kneel every freeman and swear.
On mounds which are wet with the weeping
Where a nation has bowed to the sod,
Where the noblest of martyrs are sleeping,
Let the winds bear your vengeance abroad;
And your firm oaths he held in the keeping
Of your patriot hearts and your God.
Over Ellsworth, for whom the just tear rose,
While to Baker and Lyon you look;
By Winthrop, a star among heroes,
By the blood of our murdered McCook,
Music of this beautiful song Published byJ.C. Beckel, Germantown, Penna.