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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

The Voice of America

HARK! the peal for war is rung;

Hark! the song for battle’s sung:

Firm be every bosom strung,

And every soldier ready.

Heavens! shall the trump of clamorous fame,

Through the wide world, our wrongs proclaim,

Our boasted liberties a name,

The mockery of nations.

Shall menial slaves pretend to scan

The sacred heaven-descended plan,

Built on the eternal rights of man,

The freedom of the ocean?

No! by the souls of millions, no!

We’ll strike their proud pretensions low;

Blow the war trump, loudly blow,

And summon all the nation.

On every hill, on every plain,

From Mississippi to the main,

Your eagle standard plant again,

And buckle on your armour!

Who will desert his country’s cause?

Our rights, our altars and our laws,

Eternal fame, the world’s applause,

And glory of the nation?

By murder’d Pierce, the Chesapeake fray,

By many a foul, disgraceful day,

Away, my gallant souls away,

To vengeance and to victory!

On to Quebec’s embattled halls!

Who will pause when glory calls?

Charge, soldiers, charge its lofty walls,

And storm its strong artillery.

Firm as our native hills, we’ll stand,

And should the lords of Europe land,

We’ll meet them on the farthest strand,

We’ll conquer o’er we’ll die.

Now let the song united rise,

Wide as our realms its spirit flies,

To heroes in the eternal skies,

To Washington in heaven.