William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842. | | For the Fourth of July |
| COME, genius of our happy land, | |
And bless this festive day; | |
Thy sons are all a loyal band; | |
We love thee and obey, | |
We love thee and obey. | 5 |
For should the blasts of war be heard, | |
To threat impending harms, | |
Secure beneath the veteran band, | |
Well brave the world in arms, | |
Well brave the world in arms. | 10 |
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Bold as our sires, nor born to yield, | |
But scorn for scorn bestow; | |
The blossoms which adorn our field | |
Bloom not to deck a foe, | |
Bloom not to deck a foe. For should the blasts of war, &c. | 15 | |
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