Hurrah For Our Country.

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The sword that is keen, from the scabbard that's bright
In the cause of our country we draw;
Then hurrah for the soldiers that battle for right,
And hurrah for our country — hurrah!
Hurrah!

For the spirits leap out with the blade from its sheath,
That flash like the lighting ye saw,
On the serfs that would trample the fame we bequeath;
Then hurrah for our country — hurrah!
Hurrah!

Hurrah for the heroes, their blood that have shed
For our fame — honour — liberty — law!
Does the foe think the spirit that moved them is dead?
O! hurrah for our country — hurrah!
Hurrah!

Do they think that the brave who on Concord were slain,
And the valour that Lexington saw,
Will never move hearts in the battle again?
O! hurrah for our country — hurrah!
Hurrah!

They've insulted our banner of stars on the sea,
And dishonour'd the weapon we draw;

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Do they think they can trample the hearts of the free?
Now, hurrah for our country — hurrah!
Hurrah!

Hurrah! — let the shout of the fearless go forth
Cast the scabbard away as ye draw;
In the West and the South, and the East and North,
Now, hurrah for our country — hurrah!
Hurrah!