The man-stealing army we’ll surely put down;
They are crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,
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 the north, west and east to the sea-beaten shore,
Resound with a liberty triumph once more.
ON TO VICTORY.
Air—Scots wha hae.