Maryland My Maryland

Maryland is leaving the Union in 1861. But they didn’t!
words by James Ryder Randall
music: “O Tannenbaum”(1799)


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by W. Tomaschewski:


Lyrics

  1. The despot’s heel is on thy shore
    Maryland, My Maryland
    His touch is at thy temple door
    Maryland, My Maryland
    Avenge the patriotic gore
    That fleck’d the streets of Baltimore
    And be the Battle Queen of yore
    Maryland, My Maryland
  2. Hark to a wand’ring Son’s appeal
    Maryland, My Maryland
    My Mother State! to thee I kneel
    Maryland, My Maryland
    For life and death, for woe and weal
    Thy peerless chivalry reveal
    And gird they beauteous limbs with steel
    Maryland, My Maryland
  3. Thou wilt not cower in the dust
    Maryland, My Maryland
    Thy beaming sword shall never rust
    Maryland, My Maryland
    Remember Caroll’s sacred trust
    Remember Howard’s warlike thrust
    And all thy slumberers with the just
    Maryland, My Maryland
  4. 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
    That stalks with Liberty along
    And give a new Key to thy song
    Maryland, My Maryland
  5. 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 semper” tis the proud refrain
    That baffles minions back amain
    Maryland, My Maryland
  6. 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
  7. Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll
    Maryland, My Maryland
    Thou wilt not crook to his control
    Maryland, My Maryland
    Better the fire upon thee roll
    Better the blade, the shot, the bowl
    Than crucifixion of the soul
    Maryland, My Maryland
  8. 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

Sung here by Fred Feild: