William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Battle of ChippewaCharles L. S. Jones
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The Yankees are coming, brave Brown for the war;
The Yankees are coming, the foemen shall feel
The shot of their rifles, the force of their steel.
When foreign invaders, insulting and stern,
The battle-shock seek, from our arms they shall learn
That, firmly united, and dauntless and free,
We rally, unmoved, round our liberty tree.
The doubling drum rattles, the musketry roars;
The Yankees are coming; fair Freedom shall crown
With circlets of laurel her valiant chief, Brown!
When foreign invaders, &c.
The Yankees are coming, the foes are retreating;
The Yankees are coming, old Chippewa’s flood
Hears the pale foeman shriek, as the shore drinks his blood.
When foreign invaders, &c.
The Yankees are coming, whilst proud, o’er the water,
The bugle of victory swells high the strain,
As they march to their firesides, in triumph, again.
When foreign invaders, &c.