William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Hail, LibertyH
Thou idol of the mind!
Through every clime extend thy flight;
The world range unconfined.
The virtues of the just and brave
Exist alone with thee;
Nature ne’er meant to form a slave;
Her birthright’s Liberty.
Conspire to crush thy fame,
Still shall thy banners be unfurl’d;
Eternal be thy name.
The virtues of the just, &c.
Of glorious unity,
Drive despotism from each land,
Or die for Liberty.
The virtues of the just, &c.
Free from tyrannic sway!
Assert thy rights, thy laws avow,
Drive discord far away.
The virtues of the just, &c.
A sweet asylum be
To patriots of every clime,
Who sigh for Liberty.
The virtue of the just, &c.