William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Once More, Fellow-FreemenO
Which reminds us of times that have long pass’d away;
That recalls all the deeds that our fathers have done
For freedom, by wisdom and bravery won.
Attune, then, your voices, the song raise on high,
And chant in full chorus the Fourth of July.
And Liberty, tottering, scarcely could stand,
Each patriot in arms swiftly flew to her aid,
And prevented the fall of the beauteous maid.
In shouts we’ll proclaim it aloud to the sky,
And chant in full chorus the Fourth of July.
Meanwhile to support it our forefathers swear;
And Washington, prompt at his country’s call,
Unsheathed the fell falchion and urged the dread ball.
Then through the wide world let the glad tidings fly,
Whilst we chant in full chorus the Fourth of July.
Each warrior in peace to his home then retires;
He in arts, as in arms, strives his foes to excel,
And beneath his own “fig tree” in safety can dwell.
Let the air loud resound with the rapturous cry,
While we chant in full chorus the Fourth of July.
Our rights which from heaven’s high God we enjoy;
And blasted their schemes, whosoever shall strive
The compact of union asunder to rive.
Our arms shall the arts of all tyrants defy,
And we’ll force them to reverence the Fourth of July.
Let the sound reach the most distant regions of earth;
Proclaim to all nations how happy we be,
That the people shall govern, and ever be free!
Our foes we’ll confound with the o’erwhelming cry,
And chant in full chorus the Fourth of July.