William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Volunteers MarchY
Ye, who in his footsteps tread,
Ye, who death or danger dread,
Haste to glorious victory.
See the British navy lour,
See approach proud George’s power,
England’s chains and slavery.
Who would fill a coward’s grave—
Who so base to be a slave?
Traitor, coward, turn and flee!
Freemen stand or freemen fall:
At Columbia’s patriot call,
At her mandate, march away!
Seen them drove from every field,
Routed, ruin’d or repell’d:
Seize the spirit of those times!
By our sons in servile chains—
We will bleed from all our veins,
But they shall be—shall be free.
Bid Columbia’s eagle tower,
Give them hail in such a shower
As shall blast them horse and man.
Tyrants fall in every foe,
Liberty’s in every blow—
Forward! let us do or die!