Watchmen, To the Walls!

Watchmen, to the walls!

Set guard upon the towers great

That left to rot have been of late,

And wakeful eye cast o’er below,

That none unheeded go.


Watchmen, to the walls!

For labors great your forbears wrought,

And mighty tyrants long they fought

To raise a nation strong and free

In peace and liberty.


Watchmen, to the walls!

This gift of old much treasured is,

And enemies, with Judas’ kiss,

Would seek to steal, disturb, destroy,

Our freedoms we enjoy.


Watchmen, to the walls!

Let sleep forsake your keenest sight

And let your lanterns burn forth bright;

Let nations know that guarded are

Our lands beneath the stars.


Watchmen, to the walls!

And welcome those who freedom seek,

Who long for law and liberty,

And honor well the cost to win

The life enjoyed within.


Watchmen, to the walls!

And children hence your names shall know

As heroes, braving wind and snow,

Protecting, guarding endlessly,

That peaceful, they should sleep.

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