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Rh Men from the plough, the mart, the mill and the street

They run: they are heroes: the fire fuses them all.

Head uplifted and proud, like heroes they step,

Singing their battle song in the troubled dawn

Of the day of Liberty, flaming torch of the world. I hear an Army!