The Watchword of the Free.

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Song performed by: Chad Sheridan, Jason Schreiber (vocals) and Tara Dirst (banjo). Recording engineer: Matt Dotson.

Air -- "Auld Lang Syne," page 39.

Hurrah to the note that rising swells
From lake to rolling sea!
Of truth and victory it tells --
'Tis the watchword of the Free.
That watchword comes o'er hill and plain,
From western lands afar;
Our ocean waves repeat the strain --
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

The star our fathers watched of yore,
To guide their steps aright,
Though long bedimm'd, displays once more
Its rays of peerless light.
It shines on many a hill and plain
Of Western lands afar;
It gleams upon the rocks of Maine --
Huzza! huzza! huzza!

And sunnier climes the anthem spread
O'er their time-honored graves,
To tell us Freedom's light is shed,
E'en on a land of slaves.
Our free note from Iowa's plain,
Where sinks the evening star,
Is echoing from the rocks of Maine,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Hail to the tillers of the land,
Whose brave hearts beating free,
Disdain with fettered slaves to stand,
And bend the suppliant knee.
Their watchword from Iowa's plain,
Borne on the breeze afar,
Is echoing from the rocks of Maine --
Huzza! huzza! huzza!

We vow by all the rights of toil,
And by our fathers' graves,
The air that floats o'er Freedom's soil,
Shall not be breathed by slaves!
Our free note from Iowa's plain,
Where sets the western star,
Is echoing from the rocks of Maine --
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Hail to our "Empire's" honor'd one --
One loud acclaim for thee!
Hail to our Adams' gifted son,
Apostles of the Free!

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It comes from many a western plain,
Borne on the breeze afar;
It rings amid the rocks of Maine --
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!