Tyrants, unheeding, bind on their chains;

Moaning in sorrow, toiling in their pain,

Sighing for Liberty, but sighing in vain.

Onward, then, true hearts and brave,

Forge no chains for other slaves;

Brothers, we our land must save

From tyrants and chains.

See the helpless mother, on the auction-block,

Shrieking for her children! Hear the tyrants mock!

See them torn asunder, ne’er to meet again!