Though the hand of dark Treason its luster would mar,
It shall yield not a stripe, it shall lose not a star;
But forevermore planted on Liberty’s rock,
Every storm it will breast, and defy every shock.
While the broad Mississippi flows down to the main,
And the blue Alleghanies arise from the plain—
While Niagara’s waters unshackled shall be,
It will wave o’er our Union, the Flag of the Free!
Gathering Song.
Air—Bonny Boat.