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Proud Chief of our Isle, valiant leader in danger,
Who yields not his home to the hand of the stranger;
The land of your birth, 'neath oppression is groaning,
She raves for Sir Robert, in her thralldom and moaning.
Then shout the proud name, like a mad rushing river:
Bond! Bond! Our fair flag and freedom forever!
The Pink, White and Green is fighting for life,
Her recreant sons lead against her in strife;
But Jackman, the glory, the pride of our bay,
Is guarding our flag and swears it will stay.
Then shout the proud name like a mad rushing river:
Hail Jackman our chief and freedom forever!
Brave Davis, he scorned a mean traitor to be,
With his chief and his flag, he'd die or be free;
Shall his glory be hid? Shall we breathe not his name?
Shall the flag, then, be furled and lost unto fame?
No! Shout the proud names like a mad rushing river:
Bond, Jackman and Davis and Freedom forever!
When bright, unfettered, shall reign as of old,
The name O'Sullivan shall be writ in gold;
Placentia shall greet him, the flouter of Tories,
And our flag shall recover its lustre and glories.
Then shout their proud names like a mad, rushing river:
Sullivan, Davis, and Jackman forever.
