| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail Columbia! happy land (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Ye sons of old Neptune, whose spirits of steel (fl) |
5-7 |
9 |
| Huzza for the lads of the ocean (fl) |
7-8 |
6 |
| Come, mess mates, cheerly lead the night (fl) |
8-10 |
5 |
| John Bull was a proud old squire (fl) |
10-13 |
13 |
| Oh! Say can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
14-15 |
5 |
| Come push about the joram, boys (fl) |
15-18 |
19 |
| When'er the tyrants of the main (fl) |
18-21 |
16 |
| Brave warriors of old Ocean (fl) |
21-22 |
7 |
| O haste, ye youthful Warriors, fly (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| Back side Albany stan' Lake Champlain (fl) |
24-26 |
4 |
| When me leetle boy, den me cum from Guinea (fl) |
26-27 |
7 |
| John Bull in a passion once stoutly resolved (fl) |
28-30 |
23 |
| Oh Johnny Bull my Joe John, I wonder what you mean (fl) |
31-33 |
15 |
| Come all ye noble host (fl) |
33-34 |
7 |
| Strike! strike! the chord, raise! raise! the strain (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Ye, whom Washington has led (fl) |
36-37 |
8 |
| Sir George Prevost with all his host (fl) |
37-41 |
14 |
| Twas autumn, and round me the leaves were descending (fl) |
41-42 |
6 |
| Where roll thy billows, O Champlain (fl) |
43-44 |
5 |
| Thus seated round the board, elate (fl) |
44-47 |
18 |
| Freemen! leave each lovely charmer! (fl) |
47-49 |
10 |
| Avast, honest Jack! now before you get mellow (fl) |
49-51 |
16 |
| By the trident of Neptune, brave Hull cried let's steer (fl) |
51-52 |
11 |
| One day when to Jove the black list was presented (fl) |
52-53 |
10 |
| O, strike up the harp to the warrior returning (fl) |
53-54 |
8 |
| When the warrior returns from the battle afar (fl) |
54-55 |
5 |
| Come Freedom's sons and join the choir (fl) |
56-58 |
13 |
| Though Britain may boast of her profligate Regent (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Sons o' Freedom! who have bled (fl) |
59-61 |
4 |
| Johnny Bull beware, keep at proper distance (fl) |
61-62 |
8 |
| Yankee Tars! come join the chorus (fl) |
63-65 |
12 |
| When Freedom first the triumph sung (fl) |
65-66 |
5 |
| Not for the blood-polluted car (fl) |
66-67 |
5 |
| Ere the dew on the valley has melted away (fl) |
69 |
8 |
| Columbia's sons awake to glory (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| High o'er Patapsco's tide (fl) |
70-72 |
4 |
| Sons of the deep! ye spirits brave (fl) |
72 |
3 |
| Season was approaching when we hope to gain the better, The (fl) |
72-74 |
9 |
| While Europe's mad pow'rs o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
74-77 |
10 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| Ye tars of Columbia! who seek on the main (fl) |
78-80 |
14 |
| Ye brave sons of freedom, whose bosoms beat high (fl) |
80-81 |
11 |
| No more of your blathering nonsense (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| All hail to Freedom's natal day (fl) |
83-85 |
7 |
| Brave hearts of ocean chivalry (fl) |
85-87 |
8 |
| All hail Columbia's sons! once more (fl) |
88-89 |
6 |
| Ye Demos attend, and ye federalists too (fl) |
89-90 |
7 |
| Banner of Freedom high floated unfurled, The (fl) |
90-91 |
12 |
| You famed sons of Crispin fill your glasses with glee (fl) |
92-93 |
6 |
| Ye freemen of Columbia (fl) |
93-94 |
4 |
| Ye soldiers of Columbia (fl) |
94-96 |
4 |
| Ye seamen of Columbia (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| Brittania's gallant streamers (fl) |
97-99 |
7 |
| Columbians, rouse to glory (fl) |
99-101 |
6 |
| Hail! Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
101-102 |
5 |
| When first the Sun, o'er Ocean glow'd (fl) |
102-103 |
8 |
| Ye seamen of America, rouse, rouse your native fires (fl) |
104-105 |
6 |
| Columbia's sons, prepare, unite (fl) |
105-107 |
7 |
| Blest on his own paternal farm (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| O'er the evils of life 'tis folly to fret (fl) |
109 |
8 |
| One morning very early, in the pleasant month of May (fl) |
110-111 |
9 |
| Shall a son of O'Donnel be cheerless and sad (fl) |
111 |
4 |
| Through Erin's Isle, to sport a while (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| Sound the trumpet of joy---the return of this morn (fl) |
112-114 |
5 |
| Ye banks, and braes, and streams around (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| By the side of a mountain o'ershadow'd with trees (fl) |
115-116 |
6 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| At the brow of the hill a fair maiden once stood (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| Brave sons of Columbia, by valor inspired (fl) |
117-118 |
5 |
| When first from on high the great fiat was given (fl) |
118-119 |
5 |
| Welcome! welcome the day when assembnled as one (fl) |
120-121 |
5 |
| On the tent plains of Shinah, truth's mystical clime (fl) |
121-122 |
5 |
| While, on history's page stand the heroes enrolled (fl) |
122-123 |
5 |
| From the chrystaline courts of the temple of light (fl) |
124-126 |
7 |
| On bleak Benhedden's frowning steep (fl) |
126-127 |
3 |
| See, ye swains, yon streaks of red (fl) |
127-128 |
3 |
| Come, my mates, let us work, and all hands to the fork (fl) |
128-129 |
3 |
| As oft in my smithy I'm blowing the fire (fl) |
129-130 |
3 |
| One night, when as usual we foresters met (fl) |
130-131 |
8 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
131 |
4 |
| Come each honest fellow, who sometimes is mellow (fl) |
132-134 |
10 |
| Come, my good shepherds, our flocks we must shear (fl) |
134 |
5 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
135 |
3 |
| There's nought but care on every han' (fl) |
135 |
5 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| From Roslin Castle's echoing walls (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| In Washington's time, It was reckoned no crime (fl) |
138-140 |
10 |
| Hail! Hail, ye patriot spirits! (fl) |
141-142 |
5 |
| Thou rising sun, whose gladsome ray (fl) |
143 |
7 |