BRUCE'S ADDRESS BEFORE BANNOCKBURN

 Words: Robert Burns, 1794.
 Tune: BRUCE'S ADDRESS, Spiritualized (Southern Harmony, p. 132)
 MIDI: http://www.ccel.org/s/southern_harmony/midi/Bruce's_Address.midi

 Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
 Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
 Welcome to your gory bed,
   Or to victorie.

 Now's the day, and now's the hour;
 See the front of battle lour;
 See approach proud Edward's power -
   Chains and slaverie! 

 Wha will be a traitor's knave?
 Wha can fill a coward's grave?
 Wha's sae base as be a slave?
   Let him turn and flee! 

 Wha for Scotland's King and Law,
 Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
 Free-man stand, or free-man fa'?
   Let him follow me! 

 By oppression's woes and pains!
 By your sons in servile chains!
 We will drain our dearest veins,
   But they shall be free! 

 Lay the proud usurpers low!
 Tyrants fall in every foe!
 Liberty's in every blow!
   Let us do, or die!                                                                                                   


Stark's Address before the Battle of Bennington
  Words by J. Hastings, Jr. 
  in Niles' Weekly Register, 27 September 1828

 Stand, the ground's your own my braves 
 Stand, nor cower to foreign slaves 
 Stand, or fall in honor's graves 
   Free men, live or die. 

 Soldiers, freemen, now's the hour,  
 Yonder foe is in your power 
 Firm amid the battle's show'r 
   Strike for liberty. 

 Mark your leaders, hear their call! 
 Herrick, Warner, Walbridge all 
 They triumphantly may fall, 
   But shall never flee. 

 Breast to breast, maintain the ground; 
 Let your deeds the foe confound; 
 Every motion deal a wound-- 
   Death at every blow. 

 Honor, country, all that's dear, 
 Wives and children call us here. 
 Now, with hearts estranged to fear, 
   Let us do or die. 

 By the power that rules the skies, 
 Yonder foe before us flies, 
 Or "Molly Stark a widow" lies-- 
   Soldiers, follow me. 

BRUCE'S ADDRESS Spiritualized
  Words in Broaddus, Dover Selection, 1828.
   (Another version is by Jared B. Waterbury, 
   in The Christian Lyre, 1830.

 Soldiers of the cross, arise!
 Lo! your Captain from the skies
 Holding forth the glittering prize,
   Calls to victory.
 Fear not, though the battle lower;
 Firmly stand the trying hour;
 Stand the tempter's utmost power;
   Spurn his slavery.

 Who the cause of Christ would yield?
 Who would leave the battle-field?
 Who would cast away his shield?
   Let his basely go: 
 Who for Zion's King will stand?
 Who will join the faithful band?
 Let him come with heart and hand,
   Let him face the foe. 

 By the mercies of our God,
 By Emmanuel's streaming blood,
 When alone for us he stood,
   Ne'er give up the strife: 
 Ever, to the latest breath,
 Hark to what your Captain saith:--
 "Be though faithful unto death;
   Take the crown of life."

 By the woes which rebels prove,
 By the bliss of holy love,
 Sinners, seek the joys above;
   Sinners, turn and live!
 Here is freedom worth the name;
 Tyrant sin is put to shame;
 Grace inspires the hallow'd flame;
   God the crown will give.