William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Patience ExhaustedC
The haughty Briton’s envious spite;
Resolved no more to bear their scorn,
She rises in her youthful might,
And calls her sons to brave the fight.
Enraged, they hear her mournful strains,
And swear to avenge her trampled right.
Look! where they spread her frontier plains,
And freely yield oblations from their generous veins!
Exulting o’er the barbarous deed;
We scorn to stain our noble strife,
Or make the helpless victim bleed.
By virtue, once ourselves we freed,
And virtue still shall be our guide,
Though British gold—the traitor’s meed,
Should strive our country to divide:
For heaven-born justice is our safety and our pride.
So lost to honour’s glorious charm,
Who sees his country spurn disgrace,
And will not lend his vigorous arm
To crush the foe that wills her harm?
O! may he never find a friend,
Whose converse might his bosom warm!
Nor, when distress his steps attend,
The feeling heart, that would its kind assistance lend!