Marion. Friends! fellow-soldiers! we again have heard
The threats of our proud enemies; they come.
Boasting to sweep us, like the chaff, away.
Shall we yield? shall we lie down like dogs beneath
The keeper's lash? Then shall we well deserve
The ruin, the disgrace that must ensue.
Ne'er dream submission will appease our foes;
We shall be conquered rebels, and they'll fear
The spirit of liberty may rouse again;
And therefore will they bind us with strong chains,