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MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD.

March to the battle field,
 * The foe is now before us;

Each heart is Freedom's shield,
 * And heaven is smiling o‘er us
 * The woes and pains,
 * The galling chains,
 * That kept our spirits under,
 * To proud distain
 * We've broke again,
 * And burst each link asunder.

Who for his country brave,
 * Would fly from her invader?

Who his base life to save,
 * Would traitor-like degrade her?
 * Our hallow’d cause,
 * Our home and laws,
 * 'Gainst tyrant power sustaining,
 * We’ll gain a crown
 * Of bright renown
 * Or die—our rights maintaining.