127. Thou wilt not cower in the dust

1 Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Thy gleaming sword shall never rust,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Remember Carroll's sacred trust,
Remember Howard's warlike thrust,
And all thy slumb'rers with the just,
Maryland! my Maryland!

2 Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Thou wilt not crook to his control,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Better the fire upon thee roll,
Better the shot, the blade, the bowl,
Than crucifixion of the soul,
Maryland! my Maryland!

3 I see no blush upon thy cheek,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Tho' thou wast ever bravely meek,
Maryland! my Maryland!
For life and death, for woe and weal,
Thy peerless chivalry reveal,
And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel,
Maryland! my Maryland!

4 I hear the distant thunder hum,
Maryland! my Maryland!
The Old Line bugle, fife, and drum,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Come to thine own heroic throng,
That stalks with Liberty along,
And ring thy dauntless slogan song,
Maryland! my Maryland!

Text Information
First Line: Thou wilt not cower in the dust
Author: J. R. Randall
Language: English
Publication Date: 1914
Tune Information
Name: [Thou wilt not cower in the dust]
Source: German



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