William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Patriot ClubT
With patriot pride, in mirth we’ll join;
Here’s to the day we celebrate!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
The table groans with glowing wine;
Here’s Washington, his country’s pride!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
And all her sons of war combine;
Here’s to each valiant chief that fell!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
To give, may every patriot join;
And distant ages own his fame!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
Defeated be each base design;
May every gasconade be Hull’d;—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
When Whynyates ploughs the foamy brine;
Then may a Wasp inflict his sting!
This is my toast, now give me thine.
May wreaths of fadeless honour twine
Round Covington’s and Pike’s great name!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
When foes the generous conflict join,
Secure he’ll guard the stripes and stars!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
Should foes to batter her incline,
Again she’ll crush o’erweening pride—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
Where dauntless Croghan raked the pine;
Be still our country’s foes cut Short!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
Fair Freedom’s union, so divine;
A Peacock for each Sparrowhawk!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
And Ripley to the trio join;
The hero of Canadian plains—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
On Erie’s glassy bosom shine,
A dauntless Perry may she meet;
This is my toast, now give me thine.
That broke imperious Proctor’s line;
The victor of the western Thames!
This is my toast, now give me thine.
To scour the highway deep incline,
May Blakeley check their mad career;—
This is my toast, now give me thine;
Macdonough, and his fast-moor’d line:
May foemen meet from them their doom!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
To trespass on bright Freedom’s shrine;
May Jackson send him packing home!—
This is my toast, now give me thine.
Unshackled may the eagle shine;
Be still Columbia great and free!—
This is my toast, and mine, and mine.
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