Out with the traitors we’ve harbored too long,
“Treason” their cry while they
boast of the wrong;
Freedom, as well give the devils in chains
Respite to lay waste the heavenly
plains.
Banded in wickedness, spurning the right;
Scorning all rule with a low-born
despite;
Patience to those as a virtue should cease.
Who with such conscienceless brutes
would make peace?
Trust them—the viper as well may we trust;
Crush us they would, so then crush
them we must;
Black-hearted fiends who’d our president kill,
Fool-hardy, shall we encourage
them still?
No! If our government any despise,
Freest and best ever under the
skies,
Why come they here with their infamous scorn?
Why should their outrages tamely
be borne?
Why should we fail of our own self respect?
If we must frown let it be to
effect,
Let the law’s majesty be so well known
No one can doubt ’tis the people’s
high throne.
Honor, let honor be rendered to those
Who must bear rule as government
goes;
Under false pretexts if this should be lost,
Who ever can know or reckon the
cost?
Ah! the pale sufferer, low on his bed
’Twixt life and death would whisper
this dread;
And the great mountains with resonant roll,
Shake, as they voice out the people’s
full soul.
Rises the tide with a might on its lips,
Grand as the scenes of the Apocalypse;
Time’s hand now siezes [sic] a banner of flame,
Crying, “Advance!” in the people’s
own name.
