Columbia's Bald Eagle

COLUMBIA's Bald Eagle displays in his claws, The arrows of Jove, to confound her proud foes; While the artful French Bear, with his wide spreading paws, Would ensnare us by hugs far more fatal than blows. But his hugs and his blows we will meet them like men, And the Eagle shall drive the beast back to his den.

The terrible bear, not yet sated with blood, Prowls around his huge den o'er the bones of his prey; Tho' now gorg'd to the full, he still howls for more food, And would lure by his tricks fair Columbia away. But his tricks and his howls we despise them like men, And the Eagle shall drive the beast back to his den.

Not a Frog e'er shall bribe him to stay his rude shocks, For the Eagle disdans to retreat from his ire: We will marshal our columns as solid as rocks, And receive the proud Frenchmen in vollies of fire, Like true sons of Columbia, we will act still like men, And her Eagle shall drive the Bear back to his den.