Rallying Song

Air:: Marseillaise

 

Behold ! the furious storm is rolling,

Which Border Fiends, confederate, raise.

The Dogs of War, let loose, are howling,

And lo! our infant cities blaze.

And shall we calmly view the ruin,

While lawless force with giant stride

Spreads desolation far and wide,

In guiltless blood his hands imbruing?

Arise, arise, ye braves,

And let our war-cry be,

Free Speech, Free Press, Free Soil, Free Men,

Fremont and Victory !

 

Oh, Liberty ! can he resign thee,

Who once has felt thy generous flame?

Can threats subdue, or bolts confine thee?

Or whips thy noble spirit tame?

No ! by the heaven's bright bending o'er us !

We've called our Captain to the van

Behold the hour--behold the man !

Oh, wise and valiant, go before us!

Then let the shout again

Ring out from sea to sea,

Free Speech, Free Press, Free Soil, Free Men,

Fremont and Victory !

 

Hurrah, hurrah! from hill and valley,

Hurrah, from prairie wide and free!

Around our glorious Chieftain rally,

For Kansas and for Liberty !

Let him who first her wilds exploring,

Her virgin beauty gave to fame,

Now save her from the curse and shame

Which Slavery over her soil is pouring.

Our Standard-Bearer, then,

The brave Pathfinder be !

Free Speech, Free Press, Free Soil, Free Men,

Fremont and Victory!