English poem
The Columbian Songtser, Song
by Anonymous
Come, come, my friends, let's hail the day, That broke our chains, and set us free; May all the nations quick advance, And fix their rights, like us and France!
America was young and strong; Not rich, but generous was the throng Of free born lads, who flew to arms— Ye despots say, has freedom charms?
They fought, they bled—sometimes were beat, Yet never made a base retreat; Let Trenton's streets, and Princeton prove The force of Liberty and Love.
Our wises, our children, left behind, We grasp'd our arms, the foe to find: And Brimus' heights, and Yorktown's field May tell how mercenaries yield.
Fill up the glasses, toast to France, May she to strength and fame advance; May commerce all her store increase, And all her struggles end in peace.