William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The American FlagF
The glorious standard of the free;
The banner borne through Freedom’s wars,
The hallow’d gem of Liberty.
On mountain top, in valley deep,
Wherever dwell the free and brave,
Wherever Freedom’s martyrs sleep,
Columbia’s flag must freely wave.
From every height and lonely glen:
In forest dell, on jutting crag,
Afar among the haunts of men,
That sparkling banner, wildly flung,
Shall freely wave o’er land and sea;
And Freedom’s anthem, sweetly sung,
Shall swell our country’s jubilee.
That emblem of the brave and free;
The brightest crown of streaming gold,
That decks the goddess Liberty.
Spread out its folds till heaven’s dome
Reverberates the holy sound,
That all oppress’d have found a home
On Freedom’s consecrated ground.
And let it float along the skies,
Until a freeman’s bleeding scars
Shall bid an angry nation rise.
Then let its tints, its gorgeous folds,
Bedazzle hosts in battle driven,
Till victory’s eagle proudly holds
The glittering ensign up to heaven.
Our emblematic, starry gem:
Our Union never shall divide
While floats that silken diadem.
Year after year its brilliant stars
Shall indicate the strength of all:
Let all beware of civil wars,
That curse of monarchs—Freedom’s fall.