William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
American IndependenceFrancis Hopkinson (17371791)
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Whose arms have in battle with victory been crown’d,
Make room for America, another great nation;
She rises to claim in your councils a station.
Have rescued themselves from the shackles of slavery;
America is free; and Britain’s abhorr’d;
And America’s fame is forever restored.
Her sons they grew venal, and she disrespected.
The goddess, offended, forsook that base nation,
And fix’d on our mountains: a more honour’d station.
Nor fears the vain vengeance of Britain disown’d,
Great Washington guards her, with heroes surrounded;
Her foes he, with shameful defeat, has confounded.
The trumpet, shrill sounding, to battle excited us;
The banners of virtue, unfurl’d, did wave over us,
Our hero led on, and the foe flew before us.
We met the proud Britons, and bid them defiance;
The cause we supported was just, and was glorious;
When men fight for freedom, they must be victorious.