To COLUMBIA's FAVORITE SON

Great Washington! the Hero's come, Each heart exulting, hears the sound; Thousands to their Deliverer throng, And shout him welcome all around. Now in full chorus join the song, And shout aloud great Washington.

There view Columbia's favorite son. Her Father, Saviour, Friend, and Guide, There see th' immortal Washington, His country's glory, boast, and pride. Now in full chorus, &c.

When th' impending storm of war, Thick clouds and darkness hid our way— Great Washington, our polar star, Arose—and all was light as day. Now in full chorus, &c.

'Twas on yon plains thy value rose, And ran like fire, from man to man. 'Twas here thou humbled Paria's foes, And chac'd whole legions to the main. Now in full chorus, &c.

Thro' countless dangers, toils, and cares, Our Hero led us safely on— With matchless skill directs the wars, 'Till victory cries—the day's his own. Now in full chorus, &c.

His country sav'd—the contest o'er, Sweet peace restor'd, his toils to crown. The warrior to his native shore Returns, and tills his fertile ground. Now in full chorus, &c.

But soon Columbia call'd him forth, Again to save her sinking fame, To take the helm, and by his worth, To make her an immortal name. Now in full chorus, &c.

Nor yet alone through Paria's shores, Her fame—her mighty trumpet's blown, E'en Europe, Afric, Asia hears And emulate the deeds he's done. Now in full chorus, &c.