William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Sons of HiberniaY
And found an asylum in this happy land;
Remember the wrongs and woes past expression
Inflicted by George’s tyrannical band.
Behold, now the day of sweet vengeance approaches,
When marshall’d in warlike array we’ll advance,
With the sons of Columbia united and steady,
To charge the proud foe we’ll always be ready,
And tyrants defy, night and morning.
Overwhelm’d like a torrent the seats of the brave,
And the bloodhounds of Britain spread wide devastation,
And Erin’s true sons found a premature grave;
Then the goddess of Liberty, touch’d with compassion,
Invited her votaries over the main,
To the shores of Columbia, where Freedom so charming,
Our hearts still delighting, our bosoms still warming,
Shall gladden the scene night and morning.
Defying the minions of Britain and France,
Where trumpets resound and where cannons do rattle,
Impetuous we’ll rush and undaunted advance.
Through Canada’s wilds or the plains of Quebec,
On the ocean’s wide bosom or Florida’s sands,
We will prove our devotion, the cause it is glorious,
Defending our rights we shall e’er be victorious,
All dangers we’ll brave night and morning.
No more we’ll be shackled by Liberty’s foes!
The empire of Freedom shall spread and enlighten,
Philanthropy’s friends shall enjoy sweet repose.
United and free, and all tyrants defying,
Equal rights, equal laws we’ll preserve as our boast;
Our well-earned liberty always enjoying,
And still with the precepts of justice complying,
Fair Freedom’s support and adorning.