William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Grand Constitution; or, the Palladium of ColumbiaF
Of credit expiring, and commerce distress’d—
Of nothing to do, and of nothing to pay—
From such dismal scenes let us hasten away.
Our freedom we’ve won, and the prize let’s maintain:
Our hearts are all right—
Unite, boys, unite,
And our empire in glory shall ever remain.
For we turn our glad eyes to a prospect more fair—
The soldier, return’d to his small, cultured farm,
Enjoys the reward of his conquering arm.
Our freedom we’ve won, &c.
And riches and honour flow in with each tide:
Kamtschatka and China, with wonder, shall stare
That the Federal stripes should wave gracefully there.
Our freedom we’ve won, &c.
Of what the Convention has call’d into birth;
And the continent wisely confirm what is done
By Franklin the sage, and by brave Washington.
Our freedom we’ve won, &c.
It points out the course for our empire to steer:
For oceans of bliss do they hoist the broad sail,
And peace is the current, and plenty the gale.
Our freedom we’ve won, &c.
Pass round the full glass to republican zeal.
From ruin their judgment and wisdom well aim’d,
Our liberties, laws, and our credit reclaim’d.
Our freedom we’ve won, &c.
And your Shayses and Dayses won’t dare to rebel.
Independence and culture shall graciously smile,
And the husbandman reap the full fruit of his toil.
Our freedom we’ve won, &c.
The blessings the Federal Convention bestows.
O! then let the people confirm what is done,
By Franklin the sage, and by brave Washington.
Our freedom we’ve won, and the prize will maintain.
By love we’ll unite
Approve and unite
And huzza for the Convention again and again.