The Gree of E meet this day, this To bind anew our From north to south, To talk of scenes CHORUS-Our blood-bou Oh! may th And shaded by Of freedom' t Land where of Land of our By them this 1 The light of 178 THE TREE OF LIBERTY. We fancy we can see the boat, Our liberty was cradled there; Our fathers bore the cruel laws, Till liberty was there inscribed, And in the silent grave was laid. They raised the coffin from the tomb, At Lexington was the first scene, Where blood was poured upon the That blood was pure and it ran free, To save the tree of liberty! At Bunker Hill again we see, green; A crimson current drench that tree; They gained the victory-ah! how well And marked the spot where Warren fell. |