William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Freedom, Home, and BeautyH
Swell’d Albion’s naval pride,
Advancing on the gale,
As fierce the imbodied train
Form’d on the embattled plain,
Yet not a cheek was pale;
Our yeomen mark’d their strong array,
Saw proud the lion-streamers play.
And thought of Home and Beauty,
While many maidens’ anxious sighs,
And many mothers’ prayers arise,
That each might do his duty.
Rush o’er the embattled plain,
Amid the cannon’s roar,
The hostile fronts resound,
And many strew’d the ground
Ere battle’s rage was o’er.
Ah! many a gallant soul expired,
Too well with patriotic feeling fired,
For Freedom, Home, and Beauty;
Yet who for country fighting dies,
Ever with the bless’d must rise,
For he hath done his duty.
Entomb’d in Honour’s bed,
In glorious contest slain;
The land that gave such birth
Well mourns their parted worth,
And mourns them not in vain;
For ne’er shall Freedom’s hallow’d name
Die, while their lives but yet the name
Of Country, Home, and Beauty,
And who for these are fighting slain,
In the next world shall meet again,
For they have done their duty.
That fiercer than before
The midnight’s gloom assail;
Such desolating shocks,
As when the mountain’s rocks
Are tumbling to the vale:
The shores re-echoed with the blast;
Firm stood each freeman to the last,
For Freedom, Home, and Beauty;
Till dimmer flash and fainter roar,
Mark’d the invaders ’d quit that shore
Where each had done his duty.