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

Hurrah for Our Country!

THE SWORD that is keen, from the scabbard that’s bright,

In the cause of our country we draw;

Then hurrah for the soldiers that battle for right,

And hurrah for our country—hurrah!

Hurrah!

For the spirits leap out with the blade from its sheath,

That flash like the lightning ye saw,

On the serfs that would trample the fame we bequeath;

Then hurrah for our country—hurrah!

Hurrah!

Hurrah for the heroes, their blood that have shed

For our fame—honour—liberty—law!

Does the foe think the spirit that moved them is dead?

O! hurrah for our country—hurrah!

Hurrah!

Do they think that the brave who on Concord were slain,

And the valour that Lexington saw,

Will never move hearts in the battle again?

O! hurrah for our country—hurrah!

Hurrah!

They’ve insulted our banner of stars on the sea,

And dishonour’d the weapon we draw;

Do they think they can trample the hearts of the free?

Now, hurrah for our country—hurrah!

Hurrah!

Hurrah!—let the shout of the fearless go forth,

Cast the scabbard away as ye draw;

In the West and the South, and the East and the North,

Now, hurrah for our country—hurrah!

Hurrah!