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

Lawrence’s Victory

ALL hail, Columbia’s sons! once more,

Their glory beams o’er ocean bright;

All welcome to their native shore,

Triumphant from the bloody fight.

Columbia’s sons shall ever be,

The guardians of true liberty.

The gallant Lawrence stemm’d the sea,

Nor fear’d to meet the haughty foe;

His flag, the flag of liberty,

Flowed in the breeze and still shall flow.
Columbia’s sons, &c.

A bird of Albion’s daring race,

Fast moved along on airy wing,

The Hornet too, with naval grace,

Prepared to dart it’s keenest sting.
Columbia’s sons, &c.

The rage of battle warmer grew,

Death reigned with haughty triumph there,

The thundering broadsides faster flew,

Whistling along the floating air.
Columbia’s sons, &c.

But lo! she strikes; the Peacock’s crest,

Fast sinks to ocean’s coral bed;

Down, down she goes; there let her rest,

And peace attend her sleeping dead.
Columbia’s sons, &c.

High on the glowing scroll of fame,

In dazzling tints, this deed shall shine;

And there, brave Lawrence, shall thy name

Live in an everlasting shrine,
Columbia’s sons, &c.