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The despot’s heel is on thy shore,
 * Maryland!

His touch is at thy temple door,
 * Maryland!

Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle queen of yore,
 * Maryland! My Maryland!

Hark to a wand’ring son’s appeal,
 * Maryland!

My mother State! to thee I kneel,
 * Maryland!

For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel,
 * Maryland! My Maryland!

Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
 * Maryland!

Thy beaming sword shall never rust,
 * Maryland!

Remember Carroll’s sacred trust, Remember Howard’s warlike thrust— And all thy slumberers with the just,
 * Maryland! My Maryland!

Come! ’tis the red dawn of the day,
 * Maryland!

Come! with thy panoplied array,
 * Maryland!

With Ringgold’s spirit for the fray, With Watson’s blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May,
 * Maryland! My Maryland!