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Page |
Verses |
| Hark! The trumpet of war loudly sounds its alarms (fl) |
3-5 |
7 |
| Let Feds Quids, and Demo's together unite (fl) |
5-7 |
9 |
| Come ye lads who wish to shine (fl) |
7-8 |
6 |
| Spirits of the mighty dead (fl) |
9-10 |
4 |
| See in the east refulgent rise (fl) |
10-12 |
16 |
| Wake once more to toil and glory (fl) |
12-14 |
15 |
| Though hostile cannons thundr'ing roar (fl) |
15-16 |
5 |
| Chief who fights in freedom's cause, The (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Day to freedom dear returns, The (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| John Bull will get the gripes (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| Remember now the awful hour (fl) |
19-20 |
6 |
| Soul of Columbia, quenchless spirit come! (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| Hark! The drum-the bugle sounds (fl) |
21-23 |
15 |
| Awake, Awake! To glory wake (fl) |
24-25 |
6 |
| Farewell peace, another crisis (fl) |
25-26 |
4 |
| Tocsin has sounded-the bugle has blown, The (fl) |
26-27 |
5 |
| That power, who form'd the unmeasur'd seas (fl) |
28-29 |
8 |
| Shout, shout, America (fl) |
29-31 |
9 |
| Ye sons of freedom! To the field repair (fl) |
31-33 |
7 |
| All hail! To the country, the fairest on earth (fl) |
33-35 |
7 |
| Ye sons of free Columbia (fl) |
35-36 |
5 |
| Come strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| To Liberty's enraptured sight (fl) |
38-39 |
4 |
| When tyranny's scourge and oppression's chill blast (fl) |
39-41 |
4 |
| Columbians to remotest time (fl) |
41-42 |
5 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
42-43 |
5 |
| Hail great republic of the world (fl) |
5 |
5 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
45-47 |
8 |
| Decks were clear'd, the gallant band, The (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Hail! Liberty supreme delight (fl) |
48-49 |
4 |
| Strew, virgins the cypress o'er Washington's bier (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| Hush'd be every joyful sound! (fl) |
50-51 |
8 |
| Once more, fellow freemen, we've met on the day (fl) |
52-53 |
6 |
| Oh! Think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Come muster my lads your mechanical tools (fl) |
54-56 |
9 |
| When our great sires this land explor'd (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend (fl) |
57-60 |
22 |
| Hark! Hark! Sweet lass, the trumpet sounds (fl) |
61 |
4 |
| Crown'd with auspicious light (fl) |
61-63 |
6 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are raging (fl) |
63-67 |
10 |
| Whilst in peaceful quarters lying (fl) |
67-70 |
11 |
| Our country is our ship d'ye see (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
71-72 |
8 |
| Wake the harp to strains of glory (fl) |
73 |
1 |
| Come on my hearts of temper'd steel (fl) |
74-75 |
7 |
| When British troops first landed here (fl) |
75-76 |
9 |
| Ods Blood! What a time for a seaman to skulk (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Hail! Columbia, happy land (fl) |
78-80 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| Let the sons of oppression eternally sing (fl) |
81-82 |
7 |
| While landmen wander uncontroul'd (fl) |
82-84 |
7 |
| Arouse freedom's sons, 'tis your country that calls (fl) |
85-86 |
5 |
| In the still hour of nature, when mankind repose (fl) |
86-88 |
14 |
| Bleak wint'ry blasts-relentless rain (fl) |
89 |
4 |
| Droop not Columbia, heaven is just (fl) |
90 |
2 |
| To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
92-95 |
8 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| He was fam'd for deeds of arms (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia the trumpet of fame (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| I'm a soldier, as all of you know (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Alone by the banks of the once crystal Liffey (fl) |
99-101 |
9 |
| Hark, the din of distant war (fl) |
101-102 |
6 |
| Shall a son of O'Donnel be cheerless and cold (fl) |
102-103 |
4 |
| Dear Erin my mother, awake from thy slumbers (fl) |
103-104 |
10 |
| Columbia! Columbia! To glory arise (fl) |
105-105 |
6 |
| You make talk of your Dons, or your Britons' proud birth (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| Captain bold, in Halifax, A (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| Behold where the heroes of Erin repose (fl) |
109 |
4 |
| Council was held in the chambers of Jove, A (fl) |
110-111 |
7 |
| Let foreigners boast of their countries so fine (fl) |
111 |
2 |
| Erin! Erst O happy isle (fl) |
112-113 |
7 |
| Night was cold, keen blew the blast, The (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| When rolling orbs from chaos sprung (fl) |
115-116 |
4 |
| Twas mignight-alone at the prison's dark window (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| Despair in her wild eyes a daughter of Erin (fl) |
117-118 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
118-120 |
5 |
| May our harps be attun'd on this glorious day (fl) |
120 |
4 |
| Thrice welcome, thrice welcome; ye sons of St. Patrick (fl) |
125-126 [121-124 lacking] |
3 |
| As I stray'd o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
127-128 |
5 |
| To the cliffs, while below the huge surges are foaming (fl) |
129-130 |
6 |
| O whack! Cupid's a manikin [sic] (fl) |
131-132 |
2 |
| Oh! An Irishman's heart is as stout as shillelah (fl) |
132-133 |
2 |
| My merry gentle people (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
134-136 |
6 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| By the side of a murmuring stream (fl) |
137-138 |
6 |
| We tars are all for fun and glee (fl) |
138-140 |
5 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| Oh! Take me to your arms, my love (fl) |
141-142 |
3 |
| Spruce Mister Clark, The (fl) |
142-143 |
5 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
143-144 |
4 |