Military Song For The Fourth
Is there a heart forgets the day
That first proclaimed us free!
Can time erase the brilliant page,
That star of memory!
No whilst one drop shall warm our veins,
We’ll guard the sacred trust;
In us shall freedom find a friend,
An altar in each breast.
The martyr’d sons of liberty
In every heart shall dwell,
Their laurels now as freshly bloom
As in the hour they fell.
The jubilee of freemen hail
In honor of their worth:
Though care assail us all the year,
To joy we’ll give the Fourth.
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