For the Celebration at Bunker Hill, June 17, 1825
FOR THE CELEBRATION AT BUNKER HILL
When our patriot fathers met
In the dark and trying hour,
While the hand of Britain yet
Pressed us with its weight of power,
Still they dared to tell the foe
They were never made for slaves,—
Still they bade the nations know
They were free as ocean's waves.
Yonder is the glorious hill
Where their blood was nobly shed,—
Never with a firmer will
Hearts of freemen beat and bled:
Shall the son forget his sire?
No,—the admiring world shall see
When our patriot fathers met
In the dark and trying hour,
While the hand of Britain yet
Pressed us with its weight of power,
Still they dared to tell the foe
They were never made for slaves,—
Still they bade the nations know
They were free as ocean's waves.
Yonder is the glorious hill
Where their blood was nobly shed,—
Never with a firmer will
Hearts of freemen beat and bled:
Shall the son forget his sire?
No,—the admiring world shall see
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