| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail, Independence's second birth |
3-4 |
8 |
| While Holland gag'd and fetter'd sprawls |
4-6 |
7 |
| From Helicon's embow'ring shades |
6-8 |
9 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought |
8-10 |
9 |
| Come fill each brimming glass, boys |
11-12 |
8 |
| Ye chieftains of Columbia, your forces marshall out [sic] |
13-14 |
9 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land |
15-16 |
4 |
| Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing |
16-17 |
7 |
| O think on my fate!--once I freedom enjoy'd |
17-18 |
3 |
| Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
18-19 |
3 |
| My friend and I |
19-20 |
5 |
| Ah tell me ye swains have you seen my Pastora |
20-21 |
3 |
| Come all hands ahoy, to the anchor |
21-23 |
6 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung |
23 |
3 |
| Poets may sing of their Helicon streams |
24-25 |
6 |
| 'Twas landlady Meg that made such rare slip |
25-26 |
5 |
| Sea was calm the sky serene, The |
26-27 |
3 |
| John Bull, for pastime took a prance |
27-28 |
10 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs de you see [sic] |
29-30 |
4 |
| Oh say, have you my Mary seen |
30-31 |
3 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the day |
31-32 |
3 |
| I've plenty of lovers who sue me in vain |
32 |
2 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love |
32-33 |
2 |
| Awake from delusion, ye sons of the brave |
33-34 |
6 |
| I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hills |
34-35 |
5 |
| From Paris I come and I landed at Dover |
35-37 |
9 |
| Come ye lads who wish to shine |
37 |
3 |
| From the bright throne of heav'n see liberty fly |
38-39 |
6 |
| On board the Valliant we set sail |
39-40 |
3 |
| Jack Oakham was a gallant tar |
40-41 |
3 |
| Blest on his own paternal farm |
41-42 |
5 |
| Celestial choirs are heard on high |
42-43 |
5 |
| By Gar 'tis von shame, says de French democrat |
44-45 |
8 |
| Columbia's brave friends with alertness advance |
45-46 |
6 |
| Columbians all, the present hour |
46-47 |
6 |
| Willy after courting long |
47-48 |
3 |
| Ye wealthy and proud, while in splendor ye roll |
48-49 |
3 |
| I sell all sorts of curious wares |
49-50 |
3 |
| When Eve and Adam first were wed |
50-51 |
4 |
| Hail Independence, hail |
51-53 |
7 |
| Well here I am: "and what of that?" |
53-54 |
3 |
| Come all ye fed'ral heroes |
54-56 |
9 |
| Hail, Independence, happy morn |
56-57 |
5 |
| To arms, to arms, when honour cries |
57-58 |
7 |