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

Hail, Liberty

HAIL! Liberty, supreme delight,

Thou idol of the mind!

Through every clime extend thy flight;

The world range unconfined.

The virtues of the just and brave

Exist alone with thee;

Nature ne’er meant to form a slave;

Her birthright’s Liberty.

Though all the tyrants in the world

Conspire to crush thy fame,

Still shall thy banners be unfurl’d;

Eternal be thy name.
The virtues of the just, &c.

Then let the world, in one great band

Of glorious unity,

Drive despotism from each land,

Or die for Liberty.
The virtues of the just, &c.

Columbia, how bless’d art thou,

Free from tyrannic sway!

Assert thy rights, thy laws avow,

Drive discord far away.
The virtues of the just, &c.

And may’st thou, to the end of time,

A sweet asylum be

To patriots of every clime,

Who sigh for Liberty.
The virtue of the just, &c.