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Ghe Gree of Liberty.
E meet this day, this sacred hour,
To bind anew our country's power; From north to south, from shore to shore,
To talk of scenes in days of yore.
CHORUS–Our blood-bought country thee,
Oh! may thy soil protected be!
Land of our kindred dead!
The light of liberty!
We fancy we can see the boat,
That bore our fathers o'er! Our liberty was cradled there;
Old ocean wafted it ashore.
Our fathers bore the cruel laws,
That British Lords have always made, Till liberty was there inscribed,
And in the silent grave was laid.
They raised the coffin from the tomb,
And vowed to plant that precious boon, O'er all the land from sea to sea
That glorious tree of liberty!
At Lexington was the first scene,
green; That blood was pure and it ran free,
To save the tree of liberty!
At Bunker Hill again we see,
A crimson current drench that tree; They gained the victory—ah! how well
And marked the spot where Warren fell.
The Mayflower, in whose Cabin the first written form of Government was ever Subscribed by a whole people. Hence the Birth Place of our American Liberty, rocked on the free waves of the mighty Atlantic,