William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Liberty HallO
What are Grecians or Trojans to me or to you?
Your heathenish heroes no more I’ll invoke;
Choice spirits, assist me; attend, hearts of oak.
Because I have mentioned no toast, as I drink;
There are many fine toasts; but the best of them all
Is the toast of the times, my lads, L
Its grand corner-stone Magna Charta was named;
Independency came at Integrity’s call,
And rear’d the grand pillars of L
And their sons and their sons’ sons will make their deeds good:
By this title we stand; by this title we fall;
For life is not life, out of L
Her standard is Justice, her watchword, “be free.”
Our Congress is chosen, our countrymen all,
God bless them, and bless us, in L
’Tis neither at London, St. James’s, nor Kew;
’Tis a palace of no mortal architect’s art,
For L