Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do

Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor.

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.