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z'a gloom-y foe, Go, fright-en the cow - ard and slave, Go, teach them to
life's gloom-y foe, Go, fright-en the cow - ard and slave, Go, teach, them to
Go, fright-en the cow - ard and slave, Go, teach them to
trem-ble, fell ty - rant, but know, No ter-rors hast thou to the brave.
trem-ble, fell ty - rant, but know, No ter - rors hast thou to the brave.
trem-ble, fell ty-rant, but know, No ter-rors hast thou to the brave.
Thou strik'st the dull peasant — he sinks in the dark,
Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name ;
Thou strik'st the young hero — a glorious mark!
He falls in the blaze of his fame.
In the field of proud honour — our swords in our hands,
Our king and our country to save —
While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands,
Oh ! who would not die with the brave ?