And who would flinch in the glorious fight!
There is a foe—a ruthless foe—
Such unite to oppose the right;
In secret ambush he croucheth low,
And the blow he strikes is a deadly blow,—
But flinch not we in the glorious fight!
There is a banner floating wide,—
All unite to defend the right!
The blood of martyrs its folds has dyed,
When the best and bravest fought side by side,—