William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Soldiers of ColumbiaY
Who guard the sacred cause,
The freedom of your native land,
Its altars and its laws;
Unfurl your eagle-flag again,
To meet your ancient foe!
And stand, sword in hand,
When the battle-storm shall blow;
When the tempest rages through the land,
And the battle-storm shall blow.
The combat has begun!
’Tis Freedom bids you march away,
And Glory leads you on!
Where Montgomery nobly bled,
We’ll drive the flying foe;
And Fame shall proclaim
When the battle-storm shall blow,
The pride and splendour of your name,
When the battle-storm shall blow.
No bulwark but the sea;
Her strength is in a million hearts,
Determined to be free:
With the mountain-arms of Freedom
We’ll crush the haughty foe,
As they pour to our shore
When the battle-storm shall blow,
When the clanging trumpet sounds the charge,
And the battle-storm shall blow.
Your banners to the sky!
And every man march on, resolved
To conquer or to die!
The spirit of great Washington
Shall lead us to the foe;
And Glory, in her story,
When the storm has ceased to blow,
Your names the world through shall resound,
When the storm has ceased to blow;
When Peace shall from the heavens descend,
And the storm has ceased to blow.