Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

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

Royal Sport

THE GENIUS of Freedom, of unsullied fame,

In Europe was hunted as royal fair game;

Eluding the chase of his Albion foes,

He sought in Columbia a place to repose.
Fol, lol, &c.

Not long under cover, till Britain’s fell pack

Took scent of the genius and follow’d his track,

Asserting their title to hunt on the ground,

Wherever his majesty’s game could be found.
Fol, lol, &c.

The sons of Columbia, the heirs of the soil,

Such savage-like sporting determined to spoil;

Resolved like freemen their rights to maintain,

And drove the fell pack to their kennel again.
Fol, lol, &c.

The bloodhounds of Britain again we now spy,

Unkennell’d, uncoupled, and all in full cry,

And driving full speed to be in at the death,

To wind the shrill horn upon Freedom’s last breath.
Fol, lol, &c.

There’s all the old tories and old refugees,

And merciless Indians united with these;

At the sound of the bugle they follow the track,

And join in the chase with the old British pack.
Fol, lol, &c.

Though daring a while to make game of our cause,

Unpunish’d they shall not long sport with our laws;

For, lashing the puppies half trained to the chase,

We’ll send them to Scotia again in disgrace.
Fol, lol, &c.

Though spies and though traitors should practise their wiles,

Fair Freedom shall ne’er be entrapp’d in their toils;

Like true-blooded Yankees, we’ll smoke their stale tricks,

And play them the game of old seventy-six.
Fol, lol, &c.

John Bull he may bellow, his lion may growl;

His bullies may bluster, his war-dogs may howl;

Like our fathers, our freedom we’ll ever maintain;

They beat the whole pack, and we’ll beat them again.
Fol, lol, &c.