William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Pride of NeptuneCharles Mead
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By Britain whose ships held a merciless reign,
The Genius of Liberty rose from the west,
And sent forth her murmurs o’er Neptune’s domain.
Ascended with pride in his wave-beaten car,
From his throne in the deep to the regions of day,
And said that our only redress was in war.
But called on her children to fight and be free;
Her language of vengeance the hurricanes bore,
And battles commenced on the land and the sea.
And thunders resounded o’er ocean’s wild waves;
Till the echoes were lost in the noise of the world,
And thousands sunk down in their crystalline graves.
Thus breathing destruction with desperate ire,
On his trident our banners he bore through the skies,
The Britons were rent by the tempests of fire.
Who honours received from the god of the sea;
Who valiantly humbled the pride of their foes,
With thunders proclaiming “they’d die or be free.”
That our means of resistance may ever increase,
In a firm and defensive position we’ll keep;
Our prowess for war be our guardian of peace.