| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Behold! Behold! With generous hand (fl) |
1-2 |
5 |
| Not two ages yet have fled (fl) |
2-4 |
4 |
| Brave sons of Columbia, your triumph behold (fl) |
4-6 |
7 |
| Let despots retain all their minions in chains (fl) |
7-9 |
9 |
| Once more has the morn op'd the portals of light (fl) |
9-11 |
9 |
| Father Hodge had his pipe and his dram (fl) |
12-15 |
12 |
| John Adams was a President (fl) |
15-17 |
17 |
| While plung'd in a gulph of despair (fl) |
18-19 |
5 |
| Here cold in death lies Anglo Faction (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Ye blundering tories attend (fl) |
20-24 |
12 |
| In ninety-nine a race was run (fl) |
24-26 |
8 |
| Ye true sons of freedom, ye rude swinish throng (fl) |
27-29 |
13 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who cherish the prize (fl) |
30-31 |
7 |
| Ye triumphing demo's attend (fl) |
32-34 |
9 |
| Good people attend, to some lines I have penn'd (fl) |
34-37 |
21 |
| Parson I am, and so mind what I say, A (fl) |
38-40 |
19 |
| Ye hot-water warriors bold (fl) |
41-42 |
7 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O! think on my fate (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| Mathew Lyon, of Vermont, you know (fl) |
44-48 |
13 |
| Guardians of freedom, The (fl) |
48-51 |
10 |
| Of all the changing scenes of life (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| When Britain sent, with stern command (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| When freedom was banished from Greece and from Rome (fl) |
54-55 |
5 |
| Come Englishmen listen to me (fl) |
56-59 |
13 |
| American born, I all foreigners hate, An (fl) |
59-60 |
5 |
| When ven'trous o'er th' Atlantic main (fl) |
60-61 |
6 |
| Long Columbia bore with pain (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Great wonders, Moses wrought (fl) |
64-67 |
16 |
| In eighteen hundred years, and one (fl) |
67-68 |
5 |
| I'll sing the weeping tories, now clad in their mourning weeks (fl) |
69-73 |
17 |
| Ye sons of old Vulcan, I think on the fate (fl) |
74-76 |
8 |
| In these festive times of mirth, frolic, and fun (fl) |
76-77 |
12 |
| Gloomy night before us flies, The (fl) |
78-81 |
14 |
| When liberty, with laurels crown'd (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| In life's rugged path, as intrepid advancing (fl) |
83 |
6 |
| Hail! Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
84-85 |
5 |
| Hail! Columbia, happy land! (fl) |
85-87 |
4 |
| When morning's first blushes illumine the east (fl) |
87-89 |
9 |
| Hark! Through the gloom, an awful cry (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Clarion of liberty sounds thro' the world, The (fl) |
91-92 |
7 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| Make room all ye kingdoms, in hist'ry renown'd (fl) |
93-94 |
6 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend (fl) |
94-97 |
22 |
| Ye sons of France awake to glory (fl) |
97-99 |
4 |
| O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France (fl) |
99-100 |
5 |
| While Europe's subjected to kings and their minions (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| Let's hail the glorious day (fl) |
102 |
1 |
| While some on rights, and some on wrongs (fl) |
102-103 |
6 |
| When first that proud Queen, whom the waters environ (fl) |
103-105 |
6 |
| In years which are past, when America fought (fl) |
105-107 |
5 |
| Great Britain he was a lion (fl) |
107-109 |
8 |
| Awake, Columbians, from your trance (fl) |
109-110 |
6 |
| Well met, fellow freemen! Let's cheerfully greet (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| John Bull was a bumpkin, born and bred (fl) |
112-114 |
8 |
| Says Britain, why should man be vain (fl) |
115 |
3 |
| In climes where fair freedom, secure from her foes (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| Ye great immortal muses nine (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| When royal George rul'd o'er this land (fl) |
118-120 |
8 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
121-122 |
5 |
| Come all you jolly sailors here (fl) |
122-123 |
3 |
| O, fortune, how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
123-125 |
9 |
| Long the ancients their fabulous deities sung (fl) |
126-128 |
6 |
| Fairest florets bring, The (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| Tho' love's soft transports may (fl) |
129-130 |
2 |
| Pomp of courts and pride of kings, The (fl) |
130 |
2 |