Weâ€™re coming, we â€˜re coming, the fearless and free,
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea!
True Sons of brave sires who battled of yore,
When Englandâ€™s proud lion ran wild on our shore!
Weâ€™re coming, weâ€™re coming, from mountain and glen,
With hearts to do battle for freedom again;
Oppression is trembling as trembled before
The slavery which fled from our fathers of yore.
Weâ€™re coming, weâ€™re coming, with banners unfurled,
Our motto is FREEDOM, our country the world;
Our watchword is LIBERTY â€” tyrants beware
For the liberty army will bring you despair!
Weâ€™re coming, weâ€™re coming, weâ€™ll come from afar.
Our standard weâ€™ll nail to humanityâ€™s car;
With shouting weâ€™ll raise it, in triumph to wave,
A trophy of conquest, or shroud for the brave.
Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!
The man-stealing army weâ€™ll surely put down;
They are crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,
For freemen have risen and taken the field.
Then arouse ye ! arouse ye ! the fearless and free,
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea;
Let the north, west, and east, to the sea-beaten shore,
Resound with a liberty triumph once more.