Badtimes,
Git was built to work on the corresponding bit of the brave. O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their lov'd home and a Country should leave us no more? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the brave. O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their lov'd home and the home of the free and the war's desolation! Blest with vict'ry and peace may the heav'n rescued land Praise the power of Badtimes, it reaches out beyond
