William Ross Wallace, The Riverside song book — The Sword of Bunker Hill (1893)
“ The son re-mains; the sword re- mains— Its bow to Heav'n's high will — But quickly from yon airt - lers bring The what is rich - er still, I leave you, mark me, mark me now— The light - ened freedom's will— For, boy, The God of freedom blessed The glo - ry grow - ing still— And twen-ty mil - lions bless the sire. ”
