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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
Hornet Triumphant
REJOICE, rejoice, Fredonia’s sons rejoice,
  And swell the loud trumpet to patriotic strain,
Your choice, your choice, fair Freedom is your choice,
  Then celebrate her triumphs on the main,
For the trumpet of Neptune long by Britain wielded        5
  At length to Freedom it reluctantly yielded.
      Then for Hull, Decatur, Jones,
      And for Bainbridge swell the tones,
      While the ready hand of Fame
      Bright emblazons every name,        10
Brave Lawrence, gallant Lawrence, now is shouted with acclaim.
  Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! my boys,
    Free is our soil and the ocean shall be free,
  Our tars shall Mars protect beneath our stars,
    And Freedom’s eagle hover o’er the sea.        15
Attend, attend, ye gallant tars attend,
  While your deeds are recounted in patriotic song;
Ascend, ascend, your banners high ascend,
  And the cannon with loud chorus still prolong.
First, the bold Constitution set the path of glory,        20
  And the gallant little Wasp then added to the strong;
      Soon a brighter glory awaits
      The renown’d United States,
      For she gave Columbia’s fleet
      The new frigate that she beat,        25
While the gallant Constitution sunk another in the deep.
                Then huzza, &c.
Again, again, Columbia’s flag again,
  Triumphantly floats where Britannia’s used to soar,
In vain the main has raised the Peacock vain,
  Her gaudy rainbow’s honours are no more,        30
She by Lawrence in the Hornet was so neatly basted,
  A better roasted bird John Bull had never tasted,
      Till she ended her career,
      Like the Java and Guerriere,
      For the Hornet’s sting was plied,        35
      And the sea with blushes died,
And the tyrant’s fifth defeat in its bosom sought to hide.
                Then huzza, &c.
Unite, unite, Columbia’s sons unite,
  And hurl on aggression the tempest they provoke.
Your fight is right, then raise your sabres bright,        40
  And Britons soon shall tremble at the stroke.
The foe on our coast puts the mountain oak in motion,
Then fly to the main, for your wrongs are on the ocean;
      Then in flood and fire
      Every tar shall breathe his ire,        45
      His motto while he fights,
      Be “Free trade and sailors’ rights,”
                Then huzza, &c.

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