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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Soldiers of Columbia

YE soldiers of Columbia,

Who guard the sacred cause,

The freedom of your native land,

Its altars and its laws;

Unfurl your eagle-flag again,

To meet your ancient foe!

And stand, sword in hand,

When the battle-storm shall blow;

When the tempest rages through the land,

And the battle-storm shall blow.

Sound, sound the trump of vengeance,

The combat has begun!

’Tis Freedom bids you march away,

And Glory leads you on!

Where Montgomery nobly bled,

We’ll drive the flying foe;

And Fame shall proclaim

When the battle-storm shall blow,

The pride and splendour of your name,

When the battle-storm shall blow.

Columbia needs no navies,

No bulwark but the sea;

Her strength is in a million hearts,

Determined to be free:

With the mountain-arms of Freedom

We’ll crush the haughty foe,

As they pour to our shore

When the battle-storm shall blow,

When the clanging trumpet sounds the charge,

And the battle-storm shall blow.

Wave! wave, my gallant heroes,

Your banners to the sky!

And every man march on, resolved

To conquer or to die!

The spirit of great Washington

Shall lead us to the foe;

And Glory, in her story,

When the storm has ceased to blow,

Your names the world through shall resound,

When the storm has ceased to blow;

When Peace shall from the heavens descend,

And the storm has ceased to blow.