William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Song: Columbians, the glory and pride of the mainC
They’ve fought and they’ve bled, our rights to maintain,
And they ne’er will be vanquish’d by any proud foe,
While American blood in their bosoms shall flow:
While our hulls on the sea
Triumphant we’ll be,
For we always are ready, steady, boys, steady,
For to fight and to die, to die or be free.
Yet our hulls on the ocean our rights have maintain’d,
See Britannia now mourns for her Warrior gone,
Her navy has lost what Columbians have won:
While our hulls on the sea, &c.
Lies buried and cold in a far distant grave!
Yet their names shall be bless’d by ages unborn;
While there’s valour on earth for their virtues we’ll mourn:
While our hulls on the sea, &c.
And drive from Columbia her foes far away;
Then the tyrants of England with horror shall learn,
From the battle with glory our sons shall return:
While our hulls on the sea, &c.