William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Farewell, Peace—1812F
Calls us to “the last appeal,”
Made when monarchs and their vices
Leave no argument but steel.
When injustice and oppression
Dare avow the tyrant’s plea,
Who would recommend submission?
Virtue bids us to be free.
Time unrolls his ample scroll;
Truth unfolds them, to assure us,
States, united, ne’er can fall.
See, in annals Greek and Roman,
What immortal deeds we find;
When those gallant sons of woman
In their country’s cause combined.
From a race of heroes tried,
To preserve our independence
Let all Europe be defied.
Let not all the world, united,
Rob us of one sacred right:
Every patriot heart’s delighted
In his country’s cause to fight.
To thy standard we will fly;
Every bosom animated
Either to live free or die.
May the wretch that shrinks from duty,
Or deserts the glorious strife,
Never know the smile of beauty,
Nor the blessing of a wife.