| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Come, messmates, cheerly lead the night (fl) |
3-5 |
6 |
| From Philadelphia a Wasp there did fly (fl) |
5-6 |
8 |
| When Freedom first the triumph sung (fl) |
6-7 |
5 |
| As old queen Charlotte---a worhtless old varlet (fl) |
8 |
3 |
| Ye true sons of freedom, give ear to my song (fl) |
9-11 |
11 |
| Huzza for the lads of the ocean (fl) |
11-12 |
6 |
| Ye gallant sons of Liberty (fl) |
12-15 |
11 |
| Columbians strike th' enliv'ning strain (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Come all you boys, who freedom prize (fl) |
17-19 |
4 |
| There budgets are of every kind (fl) |
19-21 |
10 |
| How blest a life a sailor leads (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Yankee tars! come join the chorus (fl) |
23-25 |
11 |
| Bold Barclay one day, to Proctor did say (fl) |
25-29 |
10 |
| Columbia's sons prepare unite (fl) |
29-31 |
7 |
| British long have rul'd the seas, The (fl) |
31-32 |
7 |
| No more of your blathering nonsense (fl) |
32-34 |
4 |
| Come lads draw near (fl) |
34-38 |
6 |
| When Guerrier, Dacres, from Halifax sail'd (fl) |
38-40 |
9 |
| Ye brave sons of freedom whose bosoms beat high (fl) |
40-42 |
11 |
| Arise! arise! Columbia's sons arise! (fl) |
42-44 |
4 |
| Come all you lads of courage bold (fl) |
44-46 |
7 |
| O, strike up the harp to the warrior returning (fl) |
46-48 |
8 |
| British are comin, they tell us [sic] (fl) |
48-49 |
4 |
| John Bull in a passion once stoutly resolved (fl) |
49-54 |
23 |
| Seat of sciences Athens, The (fl) |
54-55 |
7 |
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| When late Columbia's patriot brave (fl) |
56-58 |
14 |
| Come listen every citizen (fl) |
58-62 |
13 |
| We often have been told (fl) |
62-64 |
10 |
| This life, boys, at best's but a rough sort of trip (fl) |
64-66 |
9 |
| Rare birds 'tis said are seldom best (fl) |
66 |
3 |
| Amidst transient vapors obstructing our beams (fl) |
67 |
4 |
| O'er Ocean's wave the sun was low (fl) |
67-68 |
10 |
| O, freemen! raise a joyous strain! (fl) |
69-70 |
9 |
| Whenever the Tyrant of the main (fl) |
70-71 |
6 |
| We tars are all for fun and glee (fl) |
72-73 |
15 |
| Again the voice of Vict'ry cheers (fl) |
74-75 |
10 |
| Ye sons of the main, ye that sail o'er the flood (fl) |
75-76 |
9 |
| When Britain was just, Omnipotence gave (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |