William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Sons of FreedomS
Where Washington or Warren led,
Over heaps of mighty dead,
’Gainst a tyrant enemy.
See again the battle lower;
Britain rallying all her power—
Now descends a fiery shower!
Cannons roar and rockets fly!
Shades of parted heroes brave!
Born, your country’s rights to save,
From a ruthless tyrant’s sway!
Rouse your gallant sons to arms!
Bid them wake to Freedom’s charms!
Bid them rush to war’s alarms!
Rouse! and drive their foes away.
Sword to sword, and hand to hand,
Suffer not a foe to land
On the shores of Liberty!
Back to ocean drive the slave!
There to perish in its wave!
Sink them to their watery grave!
Worthy not on earth to die.
Sons of parted heroes brave!
Born your country’s rights to save
From a ruthless tyrant’s sway.
Be not blind to Freedom’s charms!
Be not deaf to war’s alarms!
Rouse ye! rouse ye! quick to arms!
Rouse and drive your foes away.
Sword to sword, and hand to hand!
On the shores of Liberty!
Back to ocean drive the slaves!
There to perish in its waves!
Sink them to their watery graves!
Worthy not on earth to die.