Merrily Every Bosom Boundeth. (The Tyrolese Song Of Liberty.)

Merrily every bosom boundeth,                 Merrily, oh!     Where the song of Freedom soundeth,                 Merrily oh!         There the warrior's arms             Shed more splendor;         There the maiden's charm's             Shine more tender;     Every joy the land surroundeth,         Merrily, oh! merrily, oh!     Wearily every bosom pineth,                 Wearily, oh!     Where the bond of slavery twineth                 Wearily, oh         There the warrior's dart             Hath no fleetness;         There the maiden's heart             Hath no sweetness--     Every flower of life declineth,         Wearily, oh! wearily, oh!     Cheerily then from hill and valley,                 Cheerily, oh!     Like your native fountain sally,                 Cheerily, oh!         If a glorious death,             Won by bravery,         Sweeter be than breath             Sighed in slavery,     Round the flag of Freedom rally,         Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh!