William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Voice of AmericaH
Hark! the song for battle’s sung:
Firm be every bosom strung,
And every soldier ready.
Through the wide world, our wrongs proclaim,
Our boasted liberties a name,
The mockery of nations.
The sacred heaven-descended plan,
Built on the eternal rights of man,
The freedom of the ocean?
We’ll strike their proud pretensions low;
Blow the war trump, loudly blow,
And summon all the nation.
From Mississippi to the main,
Your eagle standard plant again,
And buckle on your armour!
Our rights, our altars and our laws,
Eternal fame, the world’s applause,
And glory of the nation?
By many a foul, disgraceful day,
Away, my gallant souls away,
To vengeance and to victory!
Who will pause when glory calls?
Charge, soldiers, charge its lofty walls,
And storm its strong artillery.
And should the lords of Europe land,
We’ll meet them on the farthest strand,
We’ll conquer o’er we’ll die.
Wide as our realms its spirit flies,
To heroes in the eternal skies,
To Washington in heaven.