United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.