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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
Federal Song: ‘It comes! it comes! high raise the song!’
Sung at the grand Procession at Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Tune—“He comes! he comes!”

IT comes! it comes! high raise the song!
The bright procession moves along:
From pole to pole resound the “nine,” 1
And distant worlds the chorus join.
In vain did Britain forge the chain        5
While countless squadrons hid the plain,
Hantonia, foremost of the “nine,”
Defied their force, and took Burgoyne.
To the Tune—“Smile, smile, Britannia”

  When Peace resumed her seat,
    And Freedom seem’d secure,        10
  Our patriot sages met,
    That freedom to insure.
  Then every eye on us was turn’d,
  And every breast, indignant, burn’d.
  That haughty race (they said)        15
    All government despise:
  Skill’d in the martial trade—
    More valiant, far, than wise,
  Though Pallas leads them to the field,
  Her aid in council is withheld.        20
  False charge! the goddess cried:
    I made each hardy son,
  Who, in war’s purple tide
    First laid the corner-stone,
  His utmost energy employ        25
  To bring the top-stone forth with joy.
To the first tune—“He comes!”

  ’Tis done! the glorious fabric’s rear’d!
  Still be New-Hampshire’s sons revered,
  Who fix’d its base in blood and scars,
  And stretch’d its turrets to the stars!        30
To the tune—“When Britons first”

  See! each industrious art moves on
    To ask protection, praise, and fame:
  The ploughman by his tools is known,
    And Vulcan, Neptune join their claim.
  Allow them all, and wisely prove        35
  Naught can exist long without love.
  Love binds in peace the universe;
    By love societies combine;
  Love prompts the poet’s rapturous verse,
    And makes these humble lays divine;        40
  Then shout for union, heaven-born dame!
  And crown the goblet to her name.
To the first tune—“He comes!”

  May Hampshire’s sons, in peace and war
  Supremely great, both laurels wear;
  From every rival bear the prize        45
  Till the last blaze involves the skies.
Note 1. The nine states which had then ratified the Federal Constitution. [back]

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