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 Come! for thy shield is bright and strong,
 * Maryland!

Come! for thy dalliance does thee wrong,
 * Maryland!

Come! to thine own heroic throng, That stalks with liberty along, And gives a new Key to thy song,
 * Maryland! My Maryland!

Dear Mother! burst the tyrant’s chain,
 * Maryland!

Virginia should not call in vain,
 * Maryland!

She meets her sister on the plain— “Sic semper,” ’tis the proud refrain, That baffles minions back again,
 * Maryland! My Maryland!

I see the blush upon thy cheek,
 * Maryland!

But thou wast ever bravely meek,
 * Maryland!

But lo! there surges forth a shriek From hill to hill, from creek to creek— Potomac calls to Chesapeake,
 * Maryland! My Maryland!

Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll,
 * Maryland!

Thou wilt not crook to his control,
 * Maryland!

Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the blade, the shot, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul,
 * Maryland! My Maryland!

I hear the distant thunder hum,
 * Maryland!

The Old Line’s bugle fife and drum,
 * Maryland!

She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb— Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum! She breathes! she burns! she’ll come! she’ll come!
 * Maryland! My Maryland!