| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Come lads draw near (fl) |
3-7 |
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| Come Yankee lads give ear to me (fl) |
8-9 |
8 |
| Hush Johnny Bull, with your boasting orations (fl) |
9-12 |
6 |
| Ye tars of Columbia! who seek on the main (fl) |
12-14 |
14 |
| One day, while dad neptune was holding his court (fl) |
15-17 |
13 |
| Three times my dear Mama was wed (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| In a cave, by the side of the ocean, sat groaning (fl) |
18-20 |
5 |
| I'm a tight Irish boy, from the town of Tralee (fl) |
20-22 |
10 |
| Hail America hail! unrival'd in fame (fl) |
22-24 |
6 |
| When ruthless war rears high his head (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| Hail Liberty supreme delight (fl) |
25-27 |
5 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
27-28 |
6 |
| Again, Columbia's stripes unfurl'd (fl) |
29-30 |
6 |
| Come strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Though Europe may boast of her fine shady bowers (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| We sail'd to and fro in Erie's broad lake (fl) |
33-34 |
8 |
| When Vulcan forg'd the bolts of Jove (fl) |
35 |
4 |
| Come each gallant lad who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| How sweet on the mountains where heath-bells are growing (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| When at war on the ocean we meet the proud foe (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| Sweet is the ship, that, under sail (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Streamers were flying; the canvas was spreading, The (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| Now the rage of battle ended (fl) |
44-45 |
7 |
| Battle first my soul employs (fl) |
46 |
4 |
| I'm call'd honest Ben, but for what I don't know (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| You swarking lads! attend to me [sic] (fl) |
48-49 |
6 |
| Let others boast a monarch's pride (fl) |
50-52 |
7 |
| When freedom first the triumph sung (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| Blow! blow loud the trumpet---the trumpet of Fame (fl) |
54-55 |
8 |
| [O what glorious news is just] (fl) |
56 |
5 |