The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave,
The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave.
Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!
The man-stealing army we’ll surely put down!
They’re crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,
For Freemen have risen and taken the field,
For Freemen have risen and taken the field.
Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free!
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea.
Let our country throughout to each ocean’s shore