Fremont and Victory. A Rallying Song--Tune of Marseilles Hymn
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Behold! the furious storm is rolling,
Which border fiends, confederates, raise,
The dogs of war, let loose, are howing,
And lo! our infant cities blaze,
And shall we calmly view the ruin,
While lawless force with giant stride,
Spreads desolation far and wide,
In guiltless blood his hands imbruing?
Arise, arise, ye brave!
And let our war cry be,
FREE SPEECH, FREE PRESS, FREE SOIL, FREE MEN,
FRE-MONT AND LIBERTY!
Oh, Liberty! can he resign thee,
Who once has felt thy generous flame?
Can threats subdue or bolts confine thee,
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
No! by the heavens bright bending o'er us,
We've called our captain to the van--
Behold the hour--behold the man!
Oh, wise and valiant, go before us!
Then let the shout again,
Ring out from sea to sea,
FREE SPEECH, FREE PRESS, FREE SOIL FREE MEN,
FRE-MONT AND LIBERTY.
Hurrah, hurrah, from hill and valley;
Hurrah from prairie wide and free!
Around our glorious chieftain rally,
For Kansas and for liberty!
Let him who first her wilds exploring,
Her virgin beauty gave to fame,
Now save her from the curse and shame
Which slavery o'er her soil is pouring.
Our standard bearer then,
The brave path finder be!
FREE SPEECH, FREE PRESS, FREE SOIL, FREE MEN,
FRE-MONT AND LIBERTY.
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