William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Macdonoughs VictoryO,
Aloft the eagle towers;
“We’ve met the enemy” again—
Again have made them “ours!”
Proclaims thy waters free,
Thy forest-waving hills rejoice,
And echo—Victory!
Triumphantly appears,
And to invested landmen, brave
A star of promise bears.
The deed with new applause;
While from a conquer’d fleet resounds
Our seamen’s loud huzzas!
Bind bitter wormwood still;
For lo! again thy standard bows
To valiant Yankee skill.
Macdonough’s brows to grace?
“’Tis done!” the glorious wreath is bound,
Which time can ne’er efface!
His country has to give;
He shall be first in her regard,
And with her Perry live!
On inland seas prevail,
And there alone—while round each shore
Outnumbering ships assail—
Thy gallant sons shall blend,
Till the bright arch of naval fame
O’er the broad ocean bend!