William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Responsive Chorus: We stood in the battle when Tyranny cameAlonzo Lewis (17941861)
To mantle our dwellings in slaughter and flame,
And who shall reproach us with ill?
That was pour’d when you planted fair Liberty’s tree,
And our eagle first soar’d o’er yon hill.
And our footsteps were mark’d by our children’s best blood
On that dark and that perilous day.
And would gladly be found with true virtue endued,
To follow your perilous way.
But Bunker, and Yorktown, and Monmouth can tell
That our hands were not slack in the fight.
But Erie, and Plattsburgh, and Orleans can prove
That we will not abandon the right.
And hail to our country, the proudest on earth!
May no tyranny trample its shore!
May its course be the march of the brave and the free,
And our eagle soar high over mountain and sea,
Till the earth and the waves roll no more!