There's Life in the Old Land Yet

There’s Life In The Old Land Yet

There’s life in the land that gave Carroll his birth,
It’s presence is felt throughout the wide earth;
With resentment she’s rise, for wrongs daily met,
For there’s life, still there’s life in the Old Land yet!

Though oppressed, and bound down by a villainous band,
Though jeered and insulted is poor Maryland!
The bright star of her hope shall never more set,
For there’s life, still there’s life in the Old Land yet!

Though thousands of ingrates partake of her bread,
And on her fair bosom, recline their base head,
Their taunts and injustice she can never forget,
For there’s life, still there’s life in the Old Land yet!

The spirits of Chauncey, McDonough, and Key,
Look down from high Heaven, her anguish to see,
They weep for her sorrows, but they do not forget,
That there’s life, still there’s life in the Old Land yet!

This life will be felt, with an o’er whelming power,
For RIGHT will prevail, and our foes they shall cower,
Into the vile dust,—which none will regret,
For we feel that there’s life in the Old Land yet!

Oh! Maryland mother of Justice, and Right,
Shake off the base fetters, which bind thee so tight!
Come forth in thy power, and settle thy debt,
For we KNOW that there’s life in Old Maryland yet!

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