William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Birth-Night FiresideC
Wife, children, sit snug all around:
’Tis the day that gave birth to our country’s bless’d sire,
Then let it with pleasure be crown’d.
On this day, at least, we’ll be merry:
Come, fill every glass till it pouts o’er the brim,
If not with Madeira—then Sherry.
To Washington’s labours you owe:
For this did he watch, through war’s dark, stormy night,
In battle, and famine, and wo.
Be, “The hero, devoid of a stain:”
Columbia’s deliverer, Humanity’s boast,
Whose like we’ll ne’er look on again.
Be his actions your study and guide:
Thus, ages to come may your memories bless,
As your country’s best guardians and pride.
Ever flourish in gratitude’s tears:
O! ever his name with devotion be breathed—
That name which our country endears.