Merrily every bosom boundeth,

      Merrily, oh!

Where the song of Freedom soundeth,

      Merrily oh!

  There the warrior's arms

    Shed more splendor;

  There the maiden's charm's

    Shine more tender;

Every joy the land surroundeth,

  Merrily, oh! merrily, oh!

Wearily every bosom pineth,

      Wearily, oh!

Where the bond of slavery twineth

      Wearily, oh

  There the warrior's dart

    Hath no fleetness;

  There the maiden's heart

    Hath no sweetness—

Every flower of life declineth,

  Wearily, oh! wearily, oh!

Cheerily then from hill and valley,

      Cheerily, oh!

Like your native fountain sally,

      Cheerily, oh!

  If a glorious death,

    Won by bravery,

  Sweeter be than breath

    Sighed in slavery,

Round the flag of Freedom rally,

  Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh!