Where have all the patriots gone, long time passing... long, long ago. Who shall charge the furry of liberty's furnace... Where have gone the stewards of liberty, long, long ago... who once secured our land, from the tyrant's hand?...
Where have gone the giants of Valley Forge and Bunker Hill... long, long ago? Too, graveyards every one? Where live those who stood by the rude bridge at Concord.... whose, flags unfurled, did in the April breeze, declare their cause... Where are the men who once stood before the tyrant, embattled farmers, patriots true... a line of Blue, against the steel of tyranny's blade... Whose great resolve did fire the shot, heard round the world.. .Where have all these Patriots gone... Gone to graveyards every one.
Are there any to raise high their standards... ripe with fury? Too, stand at Concord's bridge once more, shoulder to shoulder, against the beat of the tyrant's drums... Who, with cannons charged, and the tyrant's blade, wet with blood, fear not tyranny's hand? Where are the patriots who faint not from the task at hand, but with resolve will evict the tyrant from the land and ring liberty's bell ... once again. Let us now refresh the call to Patriots true, one and all, and with the blood of tyrants, refresh the Tree of Liberty anew.
Where have all the patriots gone... gone to Concord every one? Where will you go, long time passing?