MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH.

Merrily every bosom boundeth,

Merrily, oh!

Where the song of Freedom soundeth,

Merrily oh!

There the warrior's arms

Shed more splendor;

There the maiden's charm's

Shine more tender;

Every joy the land surroundeth,

Merrily, oh! merrily, oh!

Wearily every bosom pineth,

Wearily, oh!

Where the bond of slavery twineth

Wearily, oh

There the warrior's dart

Hath no fleetness;

There the maiden's heart

Hath no sweetness —

Every flower of life declineth,

Wearily, oh! wearily, oh!

Cheerily then from hill and valley,

Cheerily, oh!

Like your native fountain sally,

Cheerily, oh!

If a glorious death,

Won by bravery,

Sweeter be than breath

Sighed in slavery,

Round the flag of Freedom rally,

Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh!