We at the shores of Maine
To the shores of Florida’s bays
To the California coast
And that Texas’ large host
Do not bow to any king.
We are rife to call a man
A traitor, who takes up political gains.
We fought a bloody war
So men could live their dreams
So men, by voice, could scream
“I haven’t, nor will I ever, a king!”
We get to condemn politicians
We get to proclaim ourselves wise.
We, being free, can live or even die
Saying what we will,
Believing what we must.
O’ Liberty, O’ Liberty,
In God, we all must trust!
The thunder cracks at dawn
The Liberty bell has cracked.
Yet, tired liberty, ring twice
And you shall break out at last.
The moving troops do wander
The seas carry their waves.
Ships and seamen wonder
At the shore’s of liberty’s fame.
Men hide themselves in the hallows
Women do not grind their bread.
Liberty, O’ Liberty
My face has been surely made red.
For I see the coasts are calling.
I see the airs do rise.
Liberty, O’ Liberty,
My heart’s in you invest’d.
Men do not know
Who’ve not tasted liberty once.
To decry each king,
To say rebellious things,
And to meet for freedom’s bunch.
To say what we will,
No matter what will or deign do cost…
Liberty, O’ Liberty, in your name let tyranny rot.
For the nations sing their glory
And the oceans tyrant’s fame.
But, in this land that spans the seas
Old Liberty has a name.
B. K. Neifert 