William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Song: When first, by Heavens inspiring skill
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Columbus cross’d the western sea;
The fates proclaim’d their sovereign will,
“This continent shall e’er be free.”
Hail! Americans, your ancient rights defend,
Let freedom to your sons descend.
With British tyranny combine;
Yet bold and firm our country stands,
Her choicest sons to save her join,
Hail! &c.
We’ve seen her haughty fleet retire;
Whilst our brave troops gained a name,
Which unborn ages shall admire.
Hail! &c.
Wide o’er the globe shall be renown’d,
With more than Roman virtue fired,
With more than Roman glory crown’d,
Hail! &c.
Its vigorous branches wide displays:
Whilst pale Britannia, worn with age,
And vice, and luxury, decays.
Hail! &c.
Let infants lisp the wondrous tale;
Record them in the social song,
Let history’s page their deeds reveal.
Hail! &c.
To solemnize this festive day;
While mirth, and joy, and generous wine
More vigour to the mind convey.
Hail! &c.