Her Freedom achieved, and conquer'd her foes,
As the standard of triumph unfurl'd;
Resplendent with brightness, her day-star arose,
And its lustre blazed forth on the world.
Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

Columbia's mild genius stood firm on the strand,
As he trod the rough sea-beaten shore;
The spear and the olive-branch waved in his hand,
The emblems of peace and of war.
Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

On the foaming Atlantic he darted a look,
And the flash of his eye was severe;

He stamp'd-and the waves of old ocean were shook,
He frown'd, and the sky dropp'd a tear.
Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

For he saw with regret a piratical band
Usurp father Neptune's domain;

The trident was snatch'd from the grasp of his hand,
And his surges were mark'd with a stain.

Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

“O, my country," he cried, as he lifted his spear, "Ere thy race of existence is run,

The glad millions of Europe thy laws shall revere, And warm in the glow of thy sun.

Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

"Be thine the mild era of reason and truth,
Thine empire exalted and free;

And, O! may the angel who nourish'd in youth,
In age guard thy liberty tree.

Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

"Blow, blow, ye soft breezes! ye zephyrs, awake!
And ye storms round the hemisphere hurl'd,
Conspire with the roar of the whirlwind to make
Columbia the pride of the world.
Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

"Let the furthermost India her luxuries send-
Her tribute let Africa roll;

And the wide-waving wings of thy commerce extend,
Till they darken the snows of the pole."
Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

He ceased-and the canvass swung loose in the gale
The sheet o'er the billow was spread;

And the winds with their music breathed full in the sail,
When the cloud-bearing tempest had fled.
Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

The tyrants no more of the ocean and land
Columbia's free soil shall enslave;

Secure on their own native soil shall they stand,
Or ride in the foam of the wave.

Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

In the firm, stately ark which our forefathers rear'd,
We fear no disastrous presages;

Our charter protected-our rights, unimpair'd,
Shall descend to remotest of ages.

Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

When the spirit of Freedom in vengeance shall rush,
And crumble proud empires to dust;
Undismay'd and serene mid the horrible crush,

In the arm of Jehovah we'll trust.

Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

And when, swift descending to regions of sorrow,
Their tyrants shall shrink in dismay;

The lamp that still guides us will guide us to-morrow, And shine full as bright as to-day.

Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

We will follow fair Freedom wherever she goes-
And, led by the light of her star,
In the lap of the goddess securely repose,
From the wide-wasting horrors of war-
Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

Till Time from his glass the last sand shall have shaken

And, reaching his goal in the west,
By Eternity's dark rolling tide overtaken,
He sinks in its ocean to rest.

Here's a sigh for our heroes, &c.

28

ROYAL SPORT.

Tune-" Fidelity."

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.

29

FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY.

Tune-" Adams and Liberty."

COLUMBIANS, arise! let the cannon resound!

Let that day be mark'd with joy's noblest expression, When Liberty's sons did her standard surround, Determined their rights to secure from oppression: Their Freedom to shield,

They remain'd on the field

Till their foes were compell'd to their valour to yield. Then let us, assembled, with one voice proclaim, We ne'er will dishonour our ancestors' name.

Should our empire extend from the line to the pole, On the east and the west, know no bounds but the

ocean,

May one bond of union encircle the whole;

May we ne'er be distracted by civil commotion:
While in one cause we join,

Though all Europe combine,

Our glory will ever triumphantly shine.

Then let us, assembled, &c.

Though Party the floodgates of anarchy ope,
And with torrents of passion threaten wide desola-

tion;

May our free constitution, the ark of our hope,

An Ararat find in the sense of the nation:
Let our enemies learn

Their devices we spurn;

With a heart to maintain we've the mind to discern. Then let us, assembled, &c.