Thomas Campbell

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.

'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.

When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds read more

When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.