A New Song. Washington

God save great WASHINGTON, His worth from ev'ry tongue Demands applause; Ye tuneful pow'rs combine, And each true whig now join, Whose heart did ne'er resign The glorious cause.

Let's fing his martial deeds, When to Trenton he speeds With willing bands; See there he leads them on, To glory and renown, And then with vict'ry's crown Triumphant stands.

Next to Princeton he goes, Where the astonish'd foes, With fear struck pale, Vainly attempt to stand; For the brave chosen band, Soon charge them sword in hand, Britons turn tail:

Where e'er the Hero comes, The valiant boasting sons Of Britain run; Helter skelter they fly, When Washington comes nigh, Or else, submissively, Each grounds his gun.

Let each Columbian son, In grateful accents mourn The loss of those, Who freely bled and fell, And thus their lives did sell, For Liberty lov'd well, And our repose.

May God the Congress bless With power (nor more nor less) To make us great, In INDEPENDENCY; And from all discord free, Grant this may truly be Our happy fate;

Sweet Liberty all hail! Should Tyrants e'er assail, Grant us thy aid; May our posterity, Continue to be free, And may they ever see The Flag display'd,