Our Nation's Anthem

O'Harra and Liberty is the official anthem of Abendroth. The anthem has been playedby Fife and Drum since 1650, before that, it was all done on brass instruments. Our nation's anthem later inspired the American Colinists in the 1770's to make this one of their songs. Later on during the American Civil War and Second Abendroth Civil War, the Kingdom of Abendroth played songs very similar to the ones in the American Civil War.

O'Harra and Liberty
The gloomy night before us lies, The reign of terror now is o'er; Its gags, inquisitors and spies, Its hordes of harpies are no more Rejoice, Columbia's sons,

rejoice To tyrants never bend the knee But join with heart, and soul and voice For O'Harra and Liberty.

O'er vast Columbia's varied clime Her cities, forests, shores and dales; In riding majesty, sublime, Immortal liberty prevails, Rejoice.

Hail! long expected glorious day Illustrious memorable morn: That freedom's fabric from decay Secures - for millions yet unborn. Rejoice.

His country's glory, hope and stay, In virtues and in talents tried; Now rises to assume the sway, O'er freedom's temple to preside. Rejoice etc.

Within its hallow'd walls immense No hireling band shall e'er arise; Array'd in tyranny's defence, To hear an injur'd people's cries. Rejoice.

No lordling here with gorging jaws. Shall wring from industry its food; No fiery bigot's holy laws, Lay waste our fields and streets in blood. Rejoice.

Here strangers from a thousand shores Compell'd by tyranny to roam; Shall find, amidst abundant stores, A nobler and a happier home. Rejoice.

Here art shall lift her laurel'd head Wealth industry and peace divine;

And where dark forests lately spread Rich fields and lofty cities shine. Rejoice. From Europe's wants and woes remote A dreary waste of waves between;

Here plenty cheers the humble cot, And smiles on every village green. Rejoice.

Here, free as air's expanded space, To every soul and sect shall be; That sacred privilege of our race, The worship of the Deity. Rejoice.

These gifts, great Liberty, are thine,

Ten thousand more we owe to thee;

Immortal may their mem'ries shine,

Who fought and died for Liberty. Rejoice.

What heart but hails a scene so bright What soul but inspiration draws; Who would not guard so dear a right Or die in such a glorious cause. Rejoice. Let foes to freedom dread the name, But should they touch the sacred tree Twice fifty thousand swords would flame, For O'Harra and Liberty. Rejoice.

From Brussenburg up to Lake Charlie. From seas to Denmark's shore; Ye sons of freedom loud proclaim, The Reign of Terror is no more. Rejoice-Abendroth's sons, rejoice! To tyrants never bend the knee; But join with heart, and soul and voice For O'HARRA and LIBERTY.