| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| To check foul tyranny's advance |
4-5 |
14 |
| Long Columbia bore with pain |
6-8 |
6 |
| In these festive times of mirth frolic and fun |
9-12 |
10 |
| Ye true sons of freedom, ye rude swinish throng |
13 |
3 |
| About five and twenty weeks ago, it is not many more I ween |
16-18 |
8 |
| Hail! Liberty supreme delight |
19-20 |
5 |
| All hail! ye sons of liberty, hail, to this glorious day |
20-21 |
4 |
| Let's drink to a free Constitution |
21 |
2 |
| Peasant, the peasant, in his humble cot, The |
21-22 |
2 |
| O, Fortune, how strangely thy gifts are awarded |
22-24 |
9 |
| Come all you jolly sailors here |
24-25 |
3 |
| America, thou glorious nation |
25-27 |
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| Ye sons of Columbia, O! think on my fate |
28-29 |
5 |
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30-31 |
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| Good people attend, to some lines I have penn'd |
32-35 |
24 |
| Tho' loves soft transports, may |
35-36 |
2 |
| Make room all ye kingdoms, in hist'ry renowned |
36-37 |
6 |
| Fairest flowerets bring, The |
37-38 |
4 |
| Soul of Columbia, quenchless spirit come |
39 |
2 |
| 'Tis past---another Anniversive day |
39-41 |
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| Ye sons of France, awake to glory |
42-43 |
4 |
| What meant our consternation |
43 |
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| O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France |
46-47 |
5 |
| Unfold, father time, thy long records unfold |
47-48 |
4 |
| In the gay domains of France, where the graces trip so light, sir |
49 |
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| Silence, men of Gotham all, in country, court, and city |
52-55 |
4 |
| Come to a song of rustic growth |
56-57 |
6 |
| Good people attend to my story |
60-61 |
7 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life |
61-62 |
4 |
| Attend true sons of freedom to a new-fashion'd song |
63 |
3 |
| Ye friends to old England, ye rude swinish throng |
66-68 |
10 |
| As Tague and his comrade were digging potatoes |
68-69 |
5 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O |
70 |
3 |
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75-76 |
7 |
| Mathew Lyon, of Vermont, you know |
77-80 |
3 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! |
81 |
4 |
| Unite, unite, your voices raise |
82 |
5 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid |
82-83 |
5 |
| Ere God the Universe began |
83-84 |
5 |
| While trifles lead the world astray |
85 |
4 |
| Genius of Masonry descend |
86-87 |
5 |
| When my divine Althea's charms |
87 |
3 |
| Hail, Masonry! thou sacred Art |
88 |
2 |
| When the Sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes |
89-90 |
6 |
| Come let us prepare |
90 |
4 |
| Enough of war, enough of crime |
93 |
3 |
| Man of pure and constant mind, The |
96-98 |
9 |
| When a lodge of Free-masons are clothed in their aprons |
98-99 |
10 |
| There are, degenerate! to the future blind |
100-101 |
4 |