His brave soldiers he grandly led, With frosted feet and hands all bare, Over the cold earth’s frozen bed, Across the icy Delaware; And when they met the foes of right, They shouted loud, “Come on! Come on!!” And cheered as they went in the fight, “Hurrah! Hurrah!! for Washington.” A famous battle then was fought, That spread our glory far and wide, And tho thru suff’ring dearly bought, It turned the tide to freedom’s side; Not ice, nor cold, nor frozen feet, Could stop our heroes marching on, So eager they the foe to meet, And fight for love of Washington. When victory at last was won, And the foe driven from our sod, The people said, “Well done, well done,” Our hero said “Thanks be to God.” Some wanted him to be their King, But not a crown would he put on; Did ever King a nobler thing, Than patriot soldier Washington? “The first in war and first in peace, And the hearts of his countrymen,” A grateful nation ne’er will cease, To class him with the wisest men: For freedom’s cause o’er all the world, He prayed and labored, fought and won, Where’er his country’s flag’s unfurled, There cheers will rise for Washington. A VOICE FOR FREEDOM. Written in 1856, during the struggle in Kansas, between the pro-slavery and anti-slavery settlers. Freemen of the north, why stand you still, While fiends in Kansas your brothers kill, Will you bow down to the tyrant’s God, And worship slavery beneath the rod? No, never! you cry, no God have we, But the God of love and liberty, To Him we’ll bow, and for Him we’ll fight, For liberty, justice and our right. Then shoulder your arms, prepare for the west, A rifle provide, take one of Sharp’s best, For there on the soil of Kansas do trod, The foes of man and blasphemers of God. March to the battle, assist the brave few, Now fighting nobly and looking to you, Let them not look in vain, but lend a hand, That will bring freedom and peace to their land. Hark! hear the patriots cry from their graves, “Liberty for Kansas, freedom for slaves, Drive out the foul demons that curse your land, And rule you like slaves with a tyrant’s hand. “For freedom we lived, for country we died, And may many heroes lie by our side, Ere the tyrant wins, to curse with the slave, ‘The land of the free and home of the brave’.” The heart cries vengeance and justice says fight, For peace in Kansas, liberty and right, Vengeance for our martyrs, peace by their tomb, Where God in mercy may grant us a home. Remember for God and freedom you fight And never forsake liberty and right, But stand like a rock and fight to the last, With eyes on the future, hearts on the past.