Maryland, My Maryland |
James R. Randall, 1861
The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland, my Maryland! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland, my Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore that flecked the streets of Baltimore, and be the battle queen of yore, Maryland, my Maryland!
2. Hark to an exiled son's appeal,
3. Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
4. Come! 'Tis the red dawn of the day, | 5. Dear Mother, burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland, my Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland, my Maryland! She meets her sisters on the plain, "Sic semper!" 'Tis the proud refrain Arise in majesty again, Maryland, my Maryland!
6. Come! For thy shield is brighter and strong,
7. I see the blush upon thy cheek,
8. Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll, |
9. I hear the distant thunder-hum, Maryland, my Maryland! The "old line's" bugle, fife and drum, Maryland, my Maryland! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb; Huzza! She spurns the Northern scum She breathes! She burns! She'll come! She'll come! Maryland, my Maryland! |