War Against Babylon. (Air.--Novello.)

By Thomas Moore

"War against Babylon!" shout we around, Be our banners through earth unfurled; Rise up, ye nations, ye kings, at the sound-- "War against Babylon!" shout thro' the world! Oh thou, that dwellest on many waters,[1] Thy day of pride is ended now; And the dark curse of Israel's daughters Breaks like a thundercloud over thy brow! War, war, war against Babylon! Make bright the arrows, and gather the shields,[2] Set the standard of God on high; Swarm we, like locusts, o'er all her fields. "Zion" our watchword, and "vengeance" our cry! Woe! woe!--the time of thy visitation[3] Is come, proud land, thy doom is cast-- And the black surge of desolation Sweeps o'er thy guilty head, at last! War, war, war against Babylon!