Our Native Land
Our Native Land.
Our Native Land, our Native Land,
For thee, thou lustre of the world!
Still firm united shalll we stand;
With sabre drawn and flag unfurled
The legacy our fathers left,
By freedom sanction’d still is ours;
And shall our noble tree be reft
While every branch is dress’d in flowers?
Our Country dear, our Country dear,
Shall faction spurn thy holy laws?
Shall freeman’s sword, or freeman’s spear
Be wielded in dis-union’s cause?
And shall our fairy fields be strew’d
With brothers slain by brother’s hand?
Shall fathers raise their arms in blood,
Against the ensign of our land?
Our Starry Flag, our Starry Flag,
Whose eagle sits enthroned in light;
Shalt thou not wave o’er hill and crag,
Triumphant in the hour of fight?
Let him who swells rebellion’s cry
In civil strife once turned to thee,
A patriot’s tear would fill his eye,
His broad sword strike for liberty!