I Shall Get Back Our Liberty

Motherland, my native-land, Thou hast been again reduced to sand; Once again these men have made you That Old Woman, my motherland! I look from here to there about And my heart crosses this doubt As how could it ever be: Can I Not Help My Dear Country? They freed thee years ago-- They drove out mortal enemy; But worse fates have brought you down, These three scores and years three... Give me your voice my Motherland, I'll do my best for all to see; I'll free thee from all--all's enow: I Shall Bring Back Our Dignity! In times when your sons leave-- Desert their mother in troubled-sea, I promise Mother, give a word And I shall bring back Liberty...! ...Tell me your heart my Motherland, Share your sorrows do, with me; None could doubt, I shall bring back: Get back our lost Liberty.....