Song. Tune—president's March

"Lo! I quit my native skies— To arms! my patriot sons arise. Guard your freedom, rights and fame, Guard your freedom, rights and fame; Preserve the clime, your fathers gave; Heaven's sacred boon from villains save— Lest such daring, impious foes, Your grandeur in oblivion close— Your virtue, wisdom, worth decline, And gasp, convuls'd, at freedom's shrine. Rise! my sons, to arms arise! Guard your heaven descended prize; Prove to France, the world, and me— COLUMBIA'S SONS ARE BRAVE AND FREE."

We hear, blest shade, your warning voice; Approve your call—pursue your choice— With hearts united, firm and free. With hearts united, firm and free. The sacred boon your valour won, Shall wake to arms each patriot son; And glowing with the glorious cause, Of freedom, country, rights and laws— The storm of worlds our arms will brave, Or sink with freedom to the grave. Peaceful, seek your native skies— Lo! to arms your sons arise; Firm and fix'd our foes to brave, Till heaven's trump shall burst the grave.

"Worthy sons of glorious sires; Behold, the warning shade retires; Pleas'd your martial fame to spread— Pleas'd your martial fame to spread— Where immortal patriots stand, Watching freedom's fav'rite land; Charm'd to hear such deeds of fame, In holy choir they'll breathe your name, Till ancient heroes catch the sound, And thus the heavens with joy rebound— Happy nation! brave and free; Friends to man and liberty— Long enjoy the sacred boon, Which immortal valour won."

Illustrious shade, to thee we swear, To freedom's altar we'll repair; And, like a band of Spartans, brave, And, like a band of Spartans, brave, To Pluto's realm each foe convey— O'er lawless tyrants bear the sway— Till freedom's banner is unfurl'd And waves around the darken'd world; Till from the centre to each pole, In rapt'rous founds shall constant roll— Hail! sweet freedom, gift divine— Lo! we bend before thy shrine, Firmly fix'd on this decree— To FOLLOW DEATH OR LIBERTY.