Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.

Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!

Here's to us, who's like us Damn few, and they're all dead.

Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation.