William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Embargo and PeaceW
And our horizon glowed with its beams all resplendent—
A patriot host shouted—“Hail to the morn
Which burst the vile shackles that held us dependent.
Let each freeman now swear
That his rights he’ll declare,
And to shield them from harm with his life will prepare:
For ne’er, till old Ocean retires from his bed,
Will Columbians by Europe’s proud tyrants be led.”
May your sons never forfeit the fruits of your valour:
But, at call of his country, each citizen rouse,
To maintain with his sword, that no foe can enthral her.
Once more we will tell
That we never will sell
Those blessings we know how to value so well:
For ne’er, till old Ocean retires from his bed,
Will Columbians by Europe’s proud tyrants be led.
Her murderous weapons prepared for our nation;
Her coffers enrich’d with the spoils of our trade,
And her minions commission’d to spread devastation:
But her arms we defy:
To her arts we reply,
That in Freedom we live, or for Freedom we die:
For ne’er, till old Ocean retires from his bed,
Will Columbians by Europe’s proud tyrants be led.
Talk of yielding our honour to Englishmen’s sway;
No such blemish shall sully our country’s fair fame:
We’ve no claims to surrender, nor tribute to pay.
Then, though foes gather round,
We’re on Liberty’s ground,
Both too wise to be trapp’d, and too strong to be bound:
For ne’er, till old Ocean retires from his bed,
Will Columbians by Europe’s proud tyrants be led.
Till our flag can protect each American cargo;
While British ambition’s dominion shall last,
Let us join, heart and hand, to support the embargo:
For embargo and peace
Will promote our increase;
Then embargoed we’ll live, till injustice shall cease:
For ne’er, till old Ocean retires from his bed,
Will Columbians by Europe’s proud tyrants be led.