Ho! children of the brave, <br />Ho! freemen of the land, <br />That hurl'd into the grave <br />Oppression's bloody band; <br />Come on, come on, and joined be we <br />To make the fettered bondman free. <br /> <br />Let coward vassals sneak <br />From freedom's battle still, <br />Poltroons that dare not speak <br />But as their priests may will; <br />Come on, come on, and joined be we <br />To make the fettered bondman free. <br /> <br />On parchment, scroll and creed, <br />With human life blood red, <br />Untrembling at the deed, <br />Plant firm your manly tread; <br />The priest may howl, the jurist rave, <br />But we will free the fettered slave. <br /> <br />The tyrant's scorn is vain, <br />In vain the slanderer's breath, <br />We'll rush to break the chain, <br />E'en on the jaws of death; <br />Hurrah! Hurrah! right on go we, <br />The fettered slave shall yet be free. <br /> <br />Right on, in freedom's name, <br />And in the strength of God, <br />Wipe out the damning stain, <br />And break the oppressor's rod; <br />Hurrah! Hurrah! right on go we, <br />The fettered slave shall yet be free.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/right-on/
