MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD.
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AIR-Of in the stilly night.
March to the battle field,
The foe is now before US!
Love is our sword and shield,
And Heaven is smiling DER us.
The woes and pains,


The calling chains,
OF rum that kept us under,
In deep disdain


We've broke in twain,
And torn each link asunder.


Marchto the, &c.
Who, for his country, brave,
Joins not against tn Invader,
Who doth her sons enslave,
And ruin and degrade her?


Our hallowed cause,


By Kindness laws,
'Gainst tyrant Rum sustaining,


Well wear the crown
OF true renown,
And die the right maintaining.


March to the, &c.