William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Chief Who Fights1812J. H. Pratt
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Obeys no king, or regal laws;
But seeks the foe on every ground,
Till liberty alone abound:
He knows no fear, he does no wrong;
So cheers him with this matin song:
Columbia’s arms shall ever be
The dread of kings and tyranny!
Our eagle soars through Mars’s field,
Breaking shackles, opening cells,
Where tyrants’ slaves and darkness dwells;
Imparts with pleasure brilliant stars,
For stripes and scourges, wounds and scars.
Columbia’s arms, &c. &c.
As brothers round our eagle stand;
The world shall see what we have done,—
United millions into one;
In chorus now we do proclaim,
Our sentiments are all the same.
Columbia’s arms, &c. &c.