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TBEBE IS LIFE IN THEDLDLAKH YET 
 
 Though the soil of old Maryland echoes the tread 
 
 Of an insolent soldiery now; 
 And a lurid glare reddens the sky overhead 
 
 From the camp fires' light below; 
 Though from mountain to shore the hoarse cannon 
 roar; 
 
 And from border to border are sentinels set, 
 Whose bayonets shine in unbroken line — 
 
 There is life in the Old Land yet. 
 
 Though by treacherous hearts and un loyal hands 
 
 Betrayed and disabled to-day; 
 And deserted at need by her sons, she stands 
 
 Confronting an armed array; 
 Though tyrannous might hath o'erborne the right — 
 
 Hath discrowned &nd despoiled her — and men for- 
 get 
 As they bow the knee, that they once were free — 
 
 There is life in the Old Land yet. 
 
 But though patient and mute she is still undismayed 
 
 Though passive she is not subdued, 
 Though she shrieks from unsheathing her trusty blade 
 
 In a fratricidal leud, 
 Not long will she kneel when Oppression's heel 
 
 On her neck is, by Monarch or President, set; 
 And the blood even now is mantling her brow — 
 
 For there's life in the Old Land yet. 
 
 She remembers with pride what her children have 
 done 
 
 In the perilous days of yore; 
 And will never relinquish the rights which they won 
 
 Or disgrace the flag they bore. 
 Then let those beware who boastfully swear 
 
 They will conquer her now. tor their vaunt will he 
 met; 
 And the Maryland men sh;tll he heard of again — 
 
 For there's life in t-V- Old Land vet. a 
 

 
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