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

A Song by R. H.—1793

WHEN Britain first, impell’d by pride,

Usurp’d dominion o’er the main,

Blest Peace she vainly threw aside,

And gave her sons the galling chain.

View Britannia, Britannia view the waves,

On which thy darling sons are slaves.

The nations now more blest than thee

Shall see their haughty despots fall,

What time thy hapless fate shall be,

The scorn and pity of them all.View, &c.

Thy haughty —— ne’er shall bend

The glorious cause of Freedom down;

His rage shall fan her sacred flame,

And work thy woes and her renown.View, &c.

Thee best becomes the contrite strain,

For cities drench’d with human gore,

For crimes which tinge the orient main,

And banish peace from Afric’s shore.View, &c.

The muses, still with Freedom found,

Shall from thy venal court repair,

To sing on Gallia’s freer ground,

Or breathe Columbia’s purer air.View, &c.