Come to the Rescue

Air: Marseilles Hymn

Rise, rise! ye freemen, once 'twas glory
For man to oppose a tyrant's power;
And who resisted lived in story:
Oh, seize, then seize, the present hour!
Say, shall we slumber, while around us
Oppression's galling chains are cast?
Say, will they lighter hang at last,
To call them gold when they have bound us?



No, no, no, no! then rise
For our forefathers' laws;
March on, march on! resolved to win
Our favourite Statesman's cause!

Will flattering tales of coming pleasures,
When plenteousness and peace shall reign,
And all be rich in glittering treasures,
The poor man's present wishes gain?

Will't stay the tide of desolation,
That sweeps so strongly o'er our land,
To gorge an office-holding band,
And rob the pockets of the nation?



Oh, freemen, up! let widely flowing
Your banners to the breeze be thrown,
Your love of worth and wisdom showing;
Your scorn for tyrant knaves made known!
Shall men believe their voices telling
In syren tones, your ship of state
Is safe, when all around, dark fate
Frowns out in every wave that's swelling



The statesman-chief who leads undaunted,
And cheers a pure and patriot band;
Whose praise a grateful nation chanted,
Who tills, a farmer bold, his land,
Shall we neglect for one, who scorning
Our rights, the people's cause,
Who dares to trample on our laws,
Nor lists their prayer, their threats, nor warning


Then rise, rise all for one
The champion of our cause;
Huzza! for him a loud huzza!
Nor let your paean pause.