Time watches, from his shining towers,
The Minute Men, the Patriot hours.
They’re marching up, they do not quit,
They raise the sledge, get set to hit.
Then clang! and clang! and cling!
They strike the transformation!
Stand up, you men, and sing!
There’s future in the nation!
I did not say, when I was born,
“I’m bound a slave to be;
My mind give to a god each morn,
My soul to society.”
The morn is new, I’m born again;
I’m fighting for the rights of men!