As the liberty lads o'er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Shall die fighting or live free, And down with all kings but King Ludd!

And a firm will, and a deep sense, Which even in torture can descry Its own concenter'd recompense, Triumphant where it dares defy

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore. Here's a double health to thee!

The careful pilot of my proper woe.

Written in red their protest stands, For the Gods of the World to see; On the dooming wall their bodiless hands have blazoned 'Upharsin,' and flaring brands Il…

Critic, relent! Your hope for repentance Will meet with disapppointment. For this is the life, Not desert tents, Not camel's milk!

Bear it aloft, O roaring flame! Skyward aloft, where all may see. Slaves of the World! Our cause is the same; One is the immemorial shame; One is the struggle,…