Maryland, My Maryland

’馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭’’’’’詹’斯’賴’’蘭’爾’’’路’斯’那’’學’’’’教授’蘭’爾’巴爾’摩’’’’’1861’4月19日’巴爾’摩’生戰鬥’’’’那’天’’支麻塞諸塞團隊’’該市’’’憤’’當’’民’攻擊’’’’平民都’戰鬥中喪’’’’個’件’’’’’首’’’方’抗’’’’’’馬里蘭’’’’方邦’(’’’’’’生)’

’首詩第’次’’’’’奧爾’’角’報’’’’’鼓’’’方’’’’當它’傳’巴爾’摩’’’們給它’’’Ｔ仁’’’’’Ｔ仁’’’’曲調’’由’個支援邦’’音樂’’商’它’’’’面’有馬裏蘭’’’’’徽’’像那個’期’’’’’’曲’’生’情’’樣’’馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭’’快’’’’種’本’傳’’’’’’’’支援’邦’’’’本’有’支’邦’’’’樣’’’“’’’’’’’’馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭’’’把’趕’’’’’’”

馬里蘭’壓倒’勢投票贊成’’’邦裏’不’’’’邦’’領’巴爾’摩’’堅’’親邦’’’

暴’’’蹄’踩’’’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’’把’’’’’’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’國’’’’’’巴爾’摩’’街’
讓我們爲’們報仇雪’’
’’做’’善戰’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!

請聽’個’’’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’我’母親’’我’跪’’面’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
不論’生’’’’禍’福’
’’顯’’’’雙’’’本’’
給’’’’’體’’盔甲’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!

’不’’’忍’’’不’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’’’’’不’生銹’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’’羅爾’’’囑’’
’’’華’’’’’’’
’’’有爲正’躺’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!

’’!’’’’’黎’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’’’盔甲’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’著’戈爾’’鬥’精’’’
’著’’’’森’’’’’’
’’’’’’’’敢’梅’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!

親’’母親’掙’暴’’鎖鏈’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’維’尼’’’喊’白’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’’平原’’’’’’’
’那’豪’’’“Sic temper”’
立’’止’走’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!

’’’’’’’’’堅’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’!’’’間’’’’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’’’’’’雄’衆裏’
’’由’’闊’’’’
’唱’’’’’戰’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!

我’’’’’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’雖’’溫’’’’敢’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
聽’’’’’’
都’’’’’’’喊’
喊’’’托馬’傳’’切薩皮’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!

’不’讓野’’’’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’不’’’’’控’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
寧’讓’’’毀’’’
寧’讓’擊’’’’’’’
’不讓’魂’’’’’’’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!

我聽’遠’’’鳴’’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
我聽’“老隊伍’”’號’’樂’
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭!
’’有’’不聾’不啞’
’歲’’’’踢’’’方’’’
’’’’’’’’中’’’’’’
’’’’!
馬里蘭’我’馬里蘭’

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Maryland, My Maryland

The despot's heel is on thy shore,
Maryland, my Maryland!
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Avenge the patriotic gore
That flecked the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle queen of yore,
Maryland, my Maryland!
’

Hark to an exiled 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 thy 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 Carroll's sacred trust,
Remember Howard's warlike thrust,
And all thy slumberers with the just,
Maryland, my Maryland!
’

Come! "Tis the red dawn of the day,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Come with thy panoplied array,
Maryland, my Maryland!
With Ringgold's spirit for the fray,
With Watson's blood at Monterey,
With fearless Lowe and dashing May,
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 temper," ‘tis the proud refrain
That baffles minion’s back amain,
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,
Stalking with liberty along,
And chant thy dauntless slogan-song,
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 the roll,
Better the shot, the blade, 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!

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Maryland, My Maryland