Out in the Field, Down by the Sea, The Hour has peal'd, Whoever ye be, Daughter of Erin, Scotia's Son, Let us be daring,-- Let it be done. It is time for The Choosing,-- Americans all, No more refusing The Cry, and the Call,-- For the Grain to be sifted, For the Tyrants to fall, As the Low shall be lifted,-- Americans all . . . Till the end of the Story, Till the end of the Fight, Till the last craven Tory Has taken to Flight, Let us go to the Wall, Let us march thro' the Pain, Americans all, Slaves ne'er again.