LYRICS POEMS of Revolution and Patriotism

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We the people, hand in hand,
We, the people, understand,
That there's an answer, there's a way,
We, the people, have to say,
So, send the orders to prepare,
We, the people, do declare,
Send the good news, send the word,
We, the people, will be heard,
We, the people, everywhere. Lyrics from a song of the American Revolution 1770s

 

[gtopa1]

Minstrel Boy (the)
Author: Thomas Moore
The Minstrel Boy to the war has gone
in the ranks of death you will find him
his father's sword he has girded on
and his wild harp slung behind him
"The land of song," said the warrior bard,
"tho all the world betray thee
one sword at least thy ranks shall guard
one faithful harp shall praise thee"

The minstrel fell but the foreman's chain
could not bring his proud sould under
the harp he loved never spoke again
for he tore it's chords asunder
He said, "No chains shall sully thee.
The soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"

 

[gtopa1]

We are a band of brothers
And native to the soil,
Fighting for the property
We gained by honest toil;
And when our rights were threatened,
The cry rose near and far--
"Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!"

CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star.

As long as the Union
Was faithful to her trust,
Like friends and like brothers
Both kind were we and just;
But now, when Northern treachery
Attempts our rights to mar,
We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star.

 

[sparky]

A Nation's Strength
William Ralph Emerson



What makes a nation's pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor's sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly...
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.

 

[lg325]

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Na na na na na na

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio

Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio