James Ellison

FROM realms where mad Ambition reigns,

And Anarch stalks th’ embattled plains:

Where Europe laves in purple gore,

And Mars leads on the madden’d war;

Fair Freedom, exiled, sought our coast,

Here fix’d her mild and peaceful reign;

Oppression fled her freeborn host;

Recoil’d the tyrants of the main!

Then shout, Columbians, brave and free,

Ye sons of glory—Liberty;

From age to age, from sire to son,

Loud shout the deeds of Washington!

He bade your eagle (perch’d on high)

Sound independence through the sky,

Whilst Jove’s dread thunder rock’d the world,

And on your foes his vengeance hurl’d!

Britannia saw her armies bleed,

And from your shores her squadrons flee;

Reluctant hail’d (by Heaven decreed)

Columbia independent, free.
Then shout, Columbians, &c.

Now to the azure realms of light

Columbia’s genius wings her flight:

There sees enthroned with gods her son,

The brave, the matchless Washington:

He speaks—enrapt the spheres resound;

Hark! ’tis your hero’s sage command:

Be union mid your councils found,

And faction banish’d from your land;
Then shout, Columbians, &c.

Bid the proud oaks your hill descend

To guard your rights, your shore defend;

With Neptune share his lucid plain,

And roll your thunder o’er the main:

Then should “Sea-Leopards” battle wage,

Columbia’s free-born tars defy,

Your cannons death-wing’d bolts shall rage,

Till foes proclaim your victory.
Then shout, Columbians, &c.

Should hostile bands again invade,

Your sons shall quit the peaceful shade,

Each breast with patriot ardour glow,

With godlike courage meet the foe;

While Eaton’s sword protects your land,

Columbian Prebles rule the sea:

Your foes shall fly the victor-band,

Still leave you independent—free!
Then shout, Columbians, &c.