The Columbian Songtser, a Song

Hail thou auspicious day, Long may America Thy praise resound; This is a nation's birth, Freemen come raise your mirth, See tyrants quit the earth, When Freedom's found.

Now eighteen years are spent Since (O the great event) America was freed; We despots did withstand, And drove the slavish band, And in Columbia's land Made tyrants bleed.

Behold brave Gallia's sons, They fear not dukes nor dons, Princes nor slaves; They Freedom will maintain, 'Till they their rights obtain, Great vict'ry shall they gain, In spite of knaves.

May Heaven their cause still bless, And grant their arms success, Down be kings hurl'd; May all their rulers prove, Men who fair Freedom love, May despots all be drove Out of the world.

Prussians will fight no more, Austrians will soon give o'er, And quit the field; Dutchmen are weary grown, Spaniards their weakness own, Britons may fight alone, But soon shall yield.

See Britain's glory fade, Ever by knaves betray'd, While kings remain; But soon the cry shall spread, "Down with the monarchs' head, "Mankind must no more dread Priestcraft nor chains."

Frenchmen your courage raise, You shall have lasting praise All the world round: Millions unborn shall bless Your acts of faithfulness, Dispelling wretchedness Where men are bound.

Dem'crats, we bid you hail! Ne'er let the spirit fail Of seventy-six. If tories should intrude, Banish their envious brood, This will prove lasting good, Peace firm to fix.

Americans all rejoice, Raise up your cheerful voice, Let cannon roar; Tell princes, lords, and kings, Freedom each blessing brings, Hark how her glory rings, All the world o'er.