William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Bleak Wintry BlastsSung in Memory of General Washington
B
Stern slaves of ruthless death;
Ye have indeed a victim slain,
And robb’d the mourning earth;
But why should I my woes impart;
Ah! who can bind a broken heart.
The dauntless hero leads;
This morn, alas! their deep-toned guns
Told why my bosom bleeds:
No more condemn’d through life to roam,
The Heaven that lent him, call’d him home.
Alone he left to fate:
What wisdom taught him to pursue,
He ne’er pursued too late;
Expert to mark with eagle’s eye,
And seize occasions as they fly.
Nor fear the world in arms;
So shall your latest offspring be
Secure from war’s alarms;
No foe shall venture to invade
The land where Washington is laid.