The Virginia Marseillaise
Virginia hears the dreadful summons
Sounding hoarsely from afar
On her sons she calls and calmly
Bids them now, " Prepare for war!"
Bids them now, " Prepare for war!"
With manly hearts and hands to aid her
She cares not how her foemen swarm
She bares her bosom to the storm
While she laughs to scorn the proud invader
To arms! brothers dear!
Gird on the trenchaat brand!
Strike home! Strike home!
No craven fear! For home and native land!
Strike home! Strike Home!
No craven fear! For home and native land!
O Liberty! Can man resign thee,
who has felt thy gen'rous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts and bars confine thee,
or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
the savage pow'r the conquerors wield,
but Freedom is our sword and shield,
and all their arts are unavailing!
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