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

Sons of Freedom

SONS of Freedom! who have bled

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 patriots in the grave!

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.

Bid them hasten to the strand!

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 patriots in the grave!

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.

Haste ye! haste ye! to the strand!

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.