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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Freedom, Home, and Beauty

HIGH o’er Patapsco’s tide

Swell’d Albion’s naval pride,

Advancing on the gale,

As fierce the imbodied train

Form’d on the embattled plain,

Yet not a cheek was pale;

Our yeomen mark’d their strong array,

Saw proud the lion-streamers play.

And thought of Home and Beauty,

While many maidens’ anxious sighs,

And many mothers’ prayers arise,

That each might do his duty.

And now the marshall’d train

Rush o’er the embattled plain,

Amid the cannon’s roar,

The hostile fronts resound,

And many strew’d the ground

Ere battle’s rage was o’er.

Ah! many a gallant soul expired,

Too well with patriotic feeling fired,

For Freedom, Home, and Beauty;

Yet who for country fighting dies,

Ever with the bless’d must rise,

For he hath done his duty.

Peace to the patriot dead,

Entomb’d in Honour’s bed,

In glorious contest slain;

The land that gave such birth

Well mourns their parted worth,

And mourns them not in vain;

For ne’er shall Freedom’s hallow’d name

Die, while their lives but yet the name

Of Country, Home, and Beauty,

And who for these are fighting slain,

In the next world shall meet again,

For they have done their duty.

Nor yet the struggle’s o’er

That fiercer than before

The midnight’s gloom assail;

Such desolating shocks,

As when the mountain’s rocks

Are tumbling to the vale:

The shores re-echoed with the blast;

Firm stood each freeman to the last,

For Freedom, Home, and Beauty;

Till dimmer flash and fainter roar,

Mark’d the invaders ’d quit that shore

Where each had done his duty.