#275 - Maryland, My Maryland

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• Composer:
  • traditional
• Title variations:
  • misspelled as Tannebaum in some brochures
• Also known as:
  • O Tannenbaum
  • O Christmas Tree
  • Lauriger Horatius
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• Incipit: 51512353234721515112353323424433
• Condensed Incipit: 5151235323472151512353234243
• Lyrics:
  The despot's heel is on thy shore,
  Maryland, My Maryland!
  His touch is at thy temple door,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  Avenge the patriotic gore
  That fleck'd the streets of Baltimore,
  And be the Battle Queen of yore,
  Maryland, My Maryland!
  
  Hark to a wand'ring Son’s appeal!
  Maryland, My Maryland!
  My Mother State! to thee I kneel,
  Maryland, My Maryland!
  For life or death, for woe or weal,
  Thy peerless chivalry reveal,
  And gird they beauteous limbs with steel,
  Maryland, My Maryland!
  
  Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  Thy beaming sword shall never rust,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  Remember Caroll's sacred trust.
  Remember Howard's warlike thrust
  and all thy slumberers with the just,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  
  Come! for thy shield is bright and strong,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  Come! for thy dalliance, does thee wrong,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  Come to thine own heroic throng,
  That stalks with Liberty along,
  And give a new Key to thy song,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  
  Dear Mother! burst the tyrant’s chain,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  Virginia should not call in vain!
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  She meets her sisters on the plain,
  “Sic semper” tis the proud refrain,
  That baffles minions back amain,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  
  I see the blush upon thy cheek,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  But thou wast ever bravely meek,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  But lo! there surges forth a shriek,
  From hill to hill, from creek to creek,
  Potomac calls to Chesapeake,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  
  Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  Thou wilt not crook to his control,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  Better the fire upon thee roll,
  Better the blade, the shot, the bowl,
  Than crucifixion of the soul,
  Maryland! My Maryland.
  
  I hear the distant thunder-hum,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  The Old line's bugle, fife and drum,
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb,
  Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum!
  She breathes — she burns! she'll come! she'll come!
  Maryland! My Maryland!
  
  
  • James Ryder Randall (1839-1908), 1861