They’ll shrink in awe before the blaze

Of Freedom’s deathless fire.

Hark! how the hymns of glory swell

Above our fathers’ graves!

Th’ unfaltering men of Seventy-Six

Begot no race of slaves.

The blood that bought our sacred right

Still in their lineage runs;

No tribute gold, no traitor’s might

Shall wrest it from their sons.