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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Liberty

LAND of my fathers—Freedom’s field!

Thy sacred rights shall be maintain’d;

Columbia’s sons will never yield,

Or see thy spotless honour stain’d;

For He who gave us life, gave thee,

Our country’s pride—sweet LIBERTY.

With joy each freeman hears the sound

That calls to arms—to arms! ye brave!

The servile heart will not be found

That would not bleed, our rights to save;
For He who gave us life, &c.

The cannon’s music charms the ear

When freemen do for freedom fight:

Prepare! Columbia’s sons, prepare!

We’ll die before we’ll yield our right:
For He who gave us life, &c.

Father above, in thee we trust—

A band of brothers look to thee;

We own thy power, but know thee just,

And trust that Nature made us free.

Yes, He who gave us life, gave thee,

Our country’s pride—OUR LIBERTY.

Martyrs to Freedom, view each heart,

We’ll die, or save those rights you’ve given;

With these just rights we will not part,

Unless it be to meet in Heaven;

For He who gave us life, gave thee,

Columbia’s pride, OUR LIBERTY.