’Tis then we’ll sing, and offerings bring,
When woman cheers us on.
Ye sons and daughters all,
Of this our own America—
Come at the friendly call;
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when all shall proudly say,
This, this is Freedom’s day—Oppression flee away!
’Tis then we’ll sing, and offerings bring,