| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| When ven'trous o'er th' Atlantic main [sic] (fl) |
6-7 |
6 |
| Long Columbia bore with pain (fl) |
7-9 |
4 |
| Great wonders, Moses wrought (fl) |
9-13 |
16 |
| John Adams was a President (fl) |
13-16 |
10 |
| While plung'd in a gulph of despair (fl) |
16-18 |
5 |
| Here in death lies Anglo Faction (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| |
20-24 |
14 |
| In ninety-nine a race was run (fl) |
24-27 |
8 |
| In eighteen hundred years, and one (fl) |
27-29 |
5 |
| I'll sing the weeping Tories, now clad in their mourning weeds (fl) |
29-34 |
17 |
| Ye true sons of freedom, ye rude swinish throng (fl) |
34-37 |
13 |
| Good peolple attend, to some lines I have penn'd (fl) |
38-41 |
22 |
| Ye sons of Old Vulcan, O think on the fate (fl) |
42-44 |
8 |
| Parson I am, and so mind what I say, A (fl) |
45-47 |
10 |
| Ye hot-water warriors bold (fl) |
48-50 |
7 |
| In these festive times of mirth, frolic and fun (fl) |
50-53 |
12 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O! think on my fate (fl) |
53-54 |
5 |
| Hai!l Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
57-58 |
6 |
| Gloomy night before us flies, The (fl) |
59-62 |
14 |
| When liberty with laurels crown'd (fl) |
62-64 |
5 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who cherish the prize (fl) |
64-66 |
7 |
| Clarion of Liberty sounds through the world, The (fl) |
66-67 |
7 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
68-69 |
4 |
| Make room all ye kingdoms, in hist'ry renowned (fl) |
69-70 |
6 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend (fl) |
70-74 |
22 |
| Hail, Columbia, happy land! (fl) |
74-76 |
4 |
| When morning's first blushes illumine the east (fl) |
77-79 |
9 |
| Hark! through the gloom, an awful cry (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| Mathew Lyon, of Vermont, you know (fl) |
81-85 |
3 |
| Fairest flowrets bring, The (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| Soul of Columbia, quenchless spirit come (fl) |
87 |
2 |
| Tho' love's soft transports, may (fl) |
87-88 |
2 |
| Soldier is the noblest name, A (fl) |
88-89 |
2 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Come all you jolly sailors here (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| Your Coach of State hath got repair (fl) |
93-94 |
10 |
| 'Tis past---another aniversary day [sic] (fl) |
95-96 |
5 |
| Enough of war, enough of crime (fl) |
96-100 |
|
| Ye sons of France, awake to glory (fl) |
100-102 |
4 |
| O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France (fl) |
102-104 |
5 |
| Unfold, Father Time, thy long records refold [sic] (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| What meant our consternation (fl) |
106-108 |
6 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
109-111 |
4 |
| O Fortune how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
111-113 |
9 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O (fl) |
113-115 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
115-117 |
5 |
| Ah, soldiers of Britain your merciless doings (fl) |
117-119 |
12 |
| Early one summer's morning (fl) |
119-121 |
7 |
| Peasant in his humble cot, The (fl) |
121-122 |
2 |
| Far from care, and strife, and smoake (fl) |
122-124 |
5 |
| If gold could lengthen life, I sware (fl) |
124-125 |
2 |
| There was an Irish lad, He lov'd a cloister'd nun (fl) |
125-126 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
127 |
3 |
| Near yonder hamlet, in the vale (fl) |
128 |
2 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
129-130 |
5 |
| Poor friendless wanderer, the wide world before me (fl) |
131 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
132 |
3 |
| Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
134-136 |
6 |
| Ned Flint was lov'd by all the ship (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
138-139 |
|
| What greater bliss can fall from Heav'n (fl) |
140 |
1 |