Cast in bronze to claim her namesake Like a grave for those she stood Declaring that giant goliath and I the david To reduce a nation of free men to mere slaves I with cannoballs Would wreck her gladly I with volleys would lay her low in her grave And put to rest with honors that great lady Who watched over this vast expanse of golden grain. This shining city on the hill, beacon of hope to all, palladium set between two seas, a dream for one, a dream to all. And never again weep for her fall. But from that rich earth, the new sun would dawn Namesake scepter taken in hand. And on the crowns of better men Who endeavored on those golden fields of waving grain. The majesty of freedoms clarion call. They who would be giants, against the deprivations of petty tyrants fighting to free them all. Brothers in arms, Patriots.