Bunker Hill by Andrew Law Lyrics

Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight of
Death and destruction in the field of battle
Where blood and carnage, where blood and carnage
Clothe the ground in crimson, sounding with death groans?

Now, Mars, I dare thee, clad in smoky pillars
Bursting from bomb-shells, roaring from the cannon
Rattling in grape shot, rattling in grape shot
Like a storm of hailstones, torturing aether!

While all their hearts quick palpitate for havoc
Let slip your bloodhounds, named the British lions
Dauntless as death stares, dauntless as death stares
Nimble as the whirlwind, dreadful as demons

Life for my country, and the cause of freedom
Is but a trifle for a worm to part with;
And if preserved, and if preserved
In so great a contest, life is redoubled