| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted (fl) |
3 |
4 |
| To the court of old Neptune the god of the sea (fl) |
4-5 |
5 |
| You good fellows all (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Ye Demos attend, and ye Federalists too (fl) |
6-7 |
7 |
| Come all you boys who Freedom prize (fl) |
7-9 |
4 |
| Hail the heroes whose triumphs have brighten'd [sic] (fl) |
9-10 |
4 |
| John Bull, in a passion, once stoutly resolv'd (fl) |
10-14 |
23 |
| High fill the bowl, and round it twine (fl) |
14-15 |
5 |
| Avast, honest Jack! now before you get mellow (fl) |
15-16 |
16 |
| Bold Barclay one day to Proctor did say (fl) |
17-19 |
10 |
| On the banks of Lake Erie there tower'd an oak (fl) |
20-21 |
|
| Sure Master John Bull, fears the fate of his friends (fl) |
21 |
5 |
| Swell the proud Paean! the Day-star advances (fl) |
22-23 |
5 |
| Come all ye jolly Yankee Tars (fl) |
23-25 |
8 |
| O, Freemen! raise a joyous strain! (fl) |
25-26 |
9 |
| Still, still, where roaring billows flow (fl) |
26-28 |
6 |
| Come, all ye brave Americans (fl) |
28-30 |
13 |
| O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Three gallant ships from England came (fl) |
31-33 |
12 |
| Blow that our Perry had struck on the Lake, The (fl) |
33-34 |
11 |
| O'er Huron's wave the sun was low (fl) |
34-36 |
14 |
| America, thou lovely nation (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| High o'er Patapsco's tide (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| Columbia's shores are wild and wide (fl) |
38-40 |
7 |