On thrones built up of slaves and slain,
And nought to us and ours remain
"But chains and toil?
"No! round this grave our oath we plight,
To watch, and labour, and unite,
Till banded be the nation's might—
"Its spirit steeled,
"And then, collecting all our force,
We'll cross oppression in its course,
And die—or all our rights enforce,