To the Field, Freemen.

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TUNE -- "Draw the Sword, Scotland."

To the field, freemen, freemen, freemen,
The foe now threatens fair Liberty's star,
Arm for the battle, the battle, the battle,
And drive Mexican proud invaders afar;
Our young child of freedom is calling, is calling,
For aid against a phrenzied and merciless foe,
Then onward for Texas, with valor appalling,
Let vengeance and freedom be dealt in each blow.

To field freemen, freemen, freemen,
The bold foe now threatens fair Liberty's star
Arm for the battle, the battle, the battle,
And drive Mexico's proud invaders afar.

Come wave high the banner, the bright starry banner,
Your hearts will take fire at the Red White and Blue,
Quick, launch forth your thunder, your thunder, your thunder,
With Liberty's tars ever valiant and true,
Then shall the foeman, recoiling, recoiling,
Retreat to his cavern, or sink to his grave,
And his boasting be silenced forever, forever,
As freedom's bright stars over Texas shall wave.

To the field freemen, freemen, freemen, &c.