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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
The Republican Legion—1802
Tune—“Derry down”

IN these festive times of mirth, frolic, and fun,
Give ear and attend a few shots from my gun;
So, without more ado, being charged and primed,
First, we are all soldiers and citizens join’d.
                    Derry down, &c.
We are not, like a Roman prætorian band,        5
To be used as a tool by a despotic hand:
No, never shall any tyrannical Nero
Command or direct a Columbian hero.
                    Derry down, &c.
Though chiefs oft contend, through ambition or pride,
And the strength of a nation thus waste and divide,        10
Yet it ne’er shall be said, state gamesters to please, sir,
We fought like the game-cocks of Pompey and Cæsar.
                    Derry down, &c.
We’ll fight not for conquest, like famed Alexander;
But in Liberty’s cause, like our late commander,
Great Washington brave, that much honour’d name,        15
Whose spirit is fled, sirs, though not fled his fame.
                    Derry down, &c.
Fled his fame! yes, his fame has long fled through all lands,
O’er the ice-shores of Greenland, and Africa’s sands:
East, west, north, and south of his virtues all sing;
His name will be known till old Time drops his wing.
                    Derry down, &c.
Many patriots more may America boast;
Some guided her councils, some led the war host;
A host that America’s cause did maintain:
Some named, but not number’d; some number’d as slain.
                    Derry down, &c.
We seek not for plunder or riches to gain;        25
But the rights of Columbia we’ll ever maintain:
We’ll defend and protect every inch of her ground,
At any one end on’t we’ll face the world round.
                    Derry down, &c.
Should the tyrants of Europe, ’gainst freedom combined,
In their league of oppression e’er seek us to bind,        30
All their hopes are delusive, their efforts are vain;
For with Freedom we’ve leagued to extend her domain.
                    Derry down, &c.
As true lovers of freedom, we join to express
Our joy at the cry of her foes in distress:
Hark! the triumphant shouts from the heroes of Gaul!        35
Her foes are dismay’d, and for mercy they call.
                    Derry down, &c.
Modern Carthage has long stood as lord of the sea;
But the nations, insulted, resolved to be free:
A free commerce and neutral rights to regain,
And wrest from proud Britain the rule of the main.
                    Derry down, &c.
“In her attitude stands she” no longer “erect,
From Democracy’s rage all the world to protect.”
Exhausted, she crouches, she truckles for peace:
Tribulation is on her: her glory shall cease.
                    Derry down, &c.
O, America! ponder, and balance with care;        45
Thy own government system with others compare,
In the climes of old Europe, a despotic train—
War, famine, and death spreading round them amain.
                    Derry down, &c.

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