Rise! Rise! A glorious day is breaking,
A bleeding country asks our aid,
Our slumbrous slavery forsaking,
Throw off the chains our race degrade!
Throw off the chains our race degrade!
With God and Man our cause sustaining,
By weakness we have given too long
The fight unjust unto the strong,
We’ ll conquer now, the Right maintaining,
Arise! our night is o’er,
Rise! rise! from shore to shore.
Arise! arise! ere Freedom dies,
For them we’ ll starve no more!
Columbia! strong angel, aid us,
Across the waters hear our cry –
Than live the sad serfs they have made us,
Far better it were we should die!
Far better it were we should die!
Alas, for weeping Freedom’s glory,
Behold an ancient, war-spent race,
Unarmed, unshielded, face to face
With Tyranny, mail-clad and gory.
Arise! our night is o’er,
Rise! rise! from shore to shore.
Arise! arise! ere Freedom dies,
For them we’ ll starve no more!
Go tell us who are those our masters,
That should grace their feast as slaves,
Should bear for them all life’s disasters,
And, dying, fall in pauper graves!
And, dying, fall in pauper graves!
Are they spoilers of our nation?
Are they the spawn of treacherous foes?
Are they the flatterers on our woes,
Whose glory is our degradation?
Arise! our night is o’er,
Rise! rise! from shore to shore.
Arise! arise! ere Freedom dies,
For them we’ ll starve no more!
O, Famine Graves! Whose jaws have caught us,
O, Ships that sunk us in the sea,
We know the lessons ye have taught us,
No more, no more your prey we’ ll be!
No more, no more your prey we’ ll be!
Who says our toils are never-ending?
Who says that we must ever kneel,
A People at a Hireling’s heel?
Nay, better die our homes defending.
A bleeding country asks our aid,
Our slumbrous slavery forsaking,
Throw off the chains our race degrade!
Throw off the chains our race degrade!
With God and Man our cause sustaining,
By weakness we have given too long
The fight unjust unto the strong,
We’ ll conquer now, the Right maintaining,
Arise! our night is o’er,
Rise! rise! from shore to shore.
Arise! arise! ere Freedom dies,
For them we’ ll starve no more!
Columbia! strong angel, aid us,
Across the waters hear our cry –
Than live the sad serfs they have made us,
Far better it were we should die!
Far better it were we should die!
Alas, for weeping Freedom’s glory,
Behold an ancient, war-spent race,
Unarmed, unshielded, face to face
With Tyranny, mail-clad and gory.
Arise! our night is o’er,
Rise! rise! from shore to shore.
Arise! arise! ere Freedom dies,
For them we’ ll starve no more!
Go tell us who are those our masters,
That should grace their feast as slaves,
Should bear for them all life’s disasters,
And, dying, fall in pauper graves!
And, dying, fall in pauper graves!
Are they spoilers of our nation?
Are they the spawn of treacherous foes?
Are they the flatterers on our woes,
Whose glory is our degradation?
Arise! our night is o’er,
Rise! rise! from shore to shore.
Arise! arise! ere Freedom dies,
For them we’ ll starve no more!
O, Famine Graves! Whose jaws have caught us,
O, Ships that sunk us in the sea,
We know the lessons ye have taught us,
No more, no more your prey we’ ll be!
No more, no more your prey we’ ll be!
Who says our toils are never-ending?
Who says that we must ever kneel,
A People at a Hireling’s heel?
Nay, better die our homes defending.
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