The slavery which fled from our fathers of yore.
We’re coming, we’re coming, with banners unfurled,
Our motto is FREEDOM, our country the world;
Our watchword is LIBERTY—tyrants beware!
For the liberty army will bring your despair!
We’re coming, we’re coming, we’ll come from afar,
Our standard we’ll nail to humanity’s car;
With shoutings we’ll raise it, in triumph to wave,
A trophy of conquest, or shroud for the brave.
Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!