Green Mountain Freeman

O, 'tis a great and glorious thing
Ignoble though it be;
Then let our Eagle banner wing
Its way to Victory.
Ye patriots go, bear it on high
O'er field, and flame, and flood;
Behold the bleeding Aztec fly
While panting for his blood.
Ye strong of arm and bold of heart,
Strike, strike the deadly blow;
O nobly act a noble part
And humble Mexico.
Wave, wave on high the warrior plume,
And peal the rolling drum;
Go tell the Mexican his doom,
Destroy his peaceful home.
With musket, sword and bayonet,
With deadly cannon kill;
Then say 'tis naught beside that debt
For which we fight and will.
Our country calls and we obey;
Her honor we sustain:
Texas has led the bloody way,
And now much more we claim
Soon shall the weak yet haughty foe,
Humbled, for mercy sue:—
He cannot stand—we lay him low,
And march triumphant through.
O slavery, is this thy curse,
And must we make thee room?
Say, must we grow forever worse
Till thou shalt seal our doom?
What say'st thou, Freedom, to our call?
We call aloud on thee;
Dost thou not see the gathering pall
Which marks thy destiny?
We would not prophesy—foretell
Of thee, thy end, thy fate;
But gladly hope all may be well
And thou wax good and great.

E.