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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
 
Jefferson and Liberty—1801
 
Tune—“Anacreon in Heaven”

YE sons of Columbia, who cherish the prize
  Which the arms of your fathers so valiantly gain’d,
Like the sun, unobscured, may your glory arise,
  And your liberties flourish, forever unstained.
          While Mars, clad in gore,        5
          Bids the far thunders roar,
May freedom and peace bless our dear native shore:
“And ne’er may the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls in waves.”
 
By art, more than arms, our foes have long tried        10
  To lead the brave sons of Columbia in slavery;
Their force we’ve withstood, and their power defied,
  And repulsed each attack with republican bravery;
          Though our internal foes
          May our freedom oppose,        15
Our firmness and zeal to the universe shows,
          That ne’er will, &c.
 
The agents of Britain, like fiends in disguise,
  Have kindled the fire of faction around us;
Yet, unawed by the flame, we united arise,
  To pull down the Babel that strove to confound us.        20
          All intrigue is in vain;
          We’ll united remain,
And our rights and our liberties ever maintain.
          And ne’er shall, &c.
 
Calumny and Falsehood in vain raise their voice
  To blast our republican’s fair reputation:        25
But Jefferson still is America’s choice,
  And he will her liberties guard from invasion.
          ’Tis the wretches who wait
          To unite church and state
That the names of M’Kean, truth, and Jefferson hate;
          But ne’er will, &c.
        30
 
Cloak’d up in religion, they’ve nothing to fear;
  Intrigue there may triumph, and vice be defended;
How true to their God and our laws they appear,
  Whilst destroying that freedom for which we contended!
          Like the serpent of old,        35
          Whilst array’d in fine gold,
The arrows of death and destruction they hold.
          But ne’er will, &c.
 
At Freedom’s fair temple see Jefferson stand,
  Unawed and unmoved by the thunder of faction:
Let all true Americans join hand and hand,        40
  And witness this day their heartfelt satisfaction.
          His much honour’d name,
          And his virtue and fame,
In triumphant strains to the world we’ll proclaim,
          And ne’er will, &c.
 
Remember, election is liberty’s race,        45
  By which noble charter our freedom we cherish:
At the helm of our nation, then, Jefferson place,
  That our free constitution and rights never perish.
          Still America’s pride
          In her cause has been tried,        50
And he in her council was born to preside:
          That ne’er shall, &c.
 
 
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