William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Freemen of ColumbiaHenry Stanley
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Who guard your native coast,
Whose fathers won your liberty,
Your country’s pride and boast;
Your glorious standard rear again,
To match your ancient foe,
As she roars on your shores,
Where the stormy tempests blow;
As she prowls for prey, on every shore,
Where the stormy tempests blow.
Shall hover o’er each plain,
Where in their injured country’s cause
The immortal brave were slain!
Where bold Montgomery fearless fell,
Where carnage strew’d the field,
In your might shall you fight,
And force the foe to yield;
And on the heights of Abraham
Your country’s vengeance wield.
That ploughs the briny main;
Her home a mighty continent,
Its soil her rich domain!
To avenge our much-loved country’s wrongs,
To the field her sons shall fly,
While alarms sound to arms,
We’ll conquer or we’ll die.
When Britain’s tears may flow in vain,
As low her legions lie!
Triumphant then shall tower,
Till from the land the foe depart,
Driven by its gallant power.
Then, then, ye patriot warriors!
Our song and feast shall flow,
And no more, on our shore,
Shall war’s dread tempests blow;
But the breeze of peace shall gently breathe,
Like the winds that murmur low.