William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Columbias Bold Yeomanry1814I
The rock of her safety, fair Liberty’s boast;
As her torrents impetuously flow to the main,
Undaunted her gallant sons rush to the plain,
And show to the world, midst the battle’s rude shock,
Columbia’s bold yeomanry firm as her oak.
Those invincibles ne’er against Britons could stand;
But the victors of Italy, Egypt, and Spain,
Had their high-vaunted laurels torn from them again,
When at Orleans they dared in their pride to provoke
Columbia’s bold yeomanry firm as her oak.
By Neptune and Mars with the laurel-wreath crown’d,
There the brave mountaineers, like true heroes of might,
Put Sir George and his Wellington forces to flight,
Proclaiming, in thunder, and carnage, and smoke,
Columbia’s bold yeomanry firm as her oak.
Assail’d little Stonington, perch’d on a rock,
He met from the Yankees so harsh a rebuff,
That the “lords of the ocean” were glad to “claw off;”
In language of thunder the victors bespoke
Columbia’s bold yeomanry firm as her oak.
The land of our fathers, their millions would fail;
Whilst memory dwells on the deeds of their fame,
The war-cry of victory, Washington’s name,
To repel every foe from our shores would invoke
Columbia’s bold yeomanry firm as her oak.