William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Shout, America!S
Thy guardian God appears!
And while o’er land and sea
Thy fame triumphant bears,
He fights thy battles on the plain,
And crowns thee regent of the main!
Disdain their native spot,
And rushing on the flood,
A rising navy float.
Nor shall the wood with ease be riven
That stood so long the bolts of Heaven!
At once to pull thee down,
Their impotent design
But adds to thy renown;
As when the giants battled Jove,
They served his greater strength to prove.
Untimely press’d the field,
Triumphant borne on high,
His spirit still can shield;
We view him there! he points to Fame,
And fills us with his matchless flame!
By treachery’s debarr’d
That glorious liberty
His arm’s forbid to guard;
Whole hosts of heroes yet we claim
To avenge their general and his fame.
Our councils wisdom sway;
Great Washington command,
And Freedom’s sons obey;
Then Britain, and all Europe rise,
Your rage united we despise!
Its toils and arts we know:
And how to wield our arms
With skill to strike the foe.
Famed Britain, in the trade complete,
Excels us only in—retreat!
We’ll rise without delay,
And drive the pirates home,
Or drench them in the sea!
Let George beware, with all his slaves,
How freemen’s wrath he madly braves.
Minerva calls, and Mars;
They point thy glorious way,
They order all thy wars!
They guide thy battles on the plain,
And crown thee regent of the main.