For our wives and our children we fight;
We but scoff at their dungeons and halters,
As bursts Freedom’s sun into light!
While our rights, while our rights we are seeking,
Great Power! ’tis thy will we maintain;
Though our swords, though our swords may be reeking
With blood, ’tis in rending the chain!
Let the brave, let the brave fill the battered
War-chalice, fair Freedom, to thee;
On the slave, on the slave be it shattered,