J. H. Pratt

THE CHIEF who fights in Freedom’s cause,

Obeys no king, or regal laws;

But seeks the foe on every ground,

Till liberty alone abound:

He knows no fear, he does no wrong;

So cheers him with this matin song:

Columbia’s arms shall ever be

The dread of kings and tyranny!

With falcon eye and glittering shield,

Our eagle soars through Mars’s field,

Breaking shackles, opening cells,

Where tyrants’ slaves and darkness dwells;

Imparts with pleasure brilliant stars,

For stripes and scourges, wounds and scars.
Columbia’s arms, &c. &c.

Now let’s unite with heart and hand,

As brothers round our eagle stand;

The world shall see what we have done,—

United millions into one;

In chorus now we do proclaim,

Our sentiments are all the same.
Columbia’s arms, &c. &c.