HAIL COLUMBIA.

BY F. HOPKINSON.

HAIL Columbia! happy land!
Hail ye heroes! heaven-born band!

Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost.
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
CHORUS.-Firm-united-let us be,
Rallying round our liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.

Immortal patriots! rise once more;
Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies
Of toil and blood the well-earn'd prize,
While offering peace sincere and just,
In heaven we place a manly trust,
That truth and justice will prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.
CHORUS.

Sound, sound the trump of fame! .
Let Washington's great name,

Ring through the world with loud applause,
Ring through the world with loud applause,

Let every clime to freedom dear,
Listen with a joyful ear;

With equal skill, and god-like power,
He govern'd in the fearful hour
Of horrid war; or guides with ease
The happier times of honest peace.

CHORUS.

Behold the chief who now commands,
Once more to save his country stands-

The rock on which the storm will beat;
The rock on which the storm will beat;
But arm'd in virtue, firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on heav'n and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay,
And glooms obscured Columbia's day,
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolved on death or liberty.

CHORUS.

THE GALLANT YANKEE GENERAL.

BY S. 8. STEELE.

Air.-The Old English Gentleman.

I'LL sing a Yankee song to you, made by a Yankee pate,

Of a gallant Yankee general, greatly good and goodly great;

He sprung from old Virginia, a noble Yankee

state,

And stood up for his Yankee land, 'mid all the storms of fate,

This gallant Yankee general of our olden time.

On Princeton's plain with dauntless soul he Freedom's foemen met,

And sent them flying with a lesson tyrants ne'er forget;

At Brandywine he made hot work that made oppressors sweat,

And fought till every hope was gone with gallant La Fayette.

This gallant, &c.

At Trenton too, with valor true, his daring band he led,

Resolved his dearest blood for dearer liberty to shed;

There quick before his mighty arm some thousand vassals fled,

And he made the murderous Hessians crouch beneath his sword in dread.

This gallant, &c.

Hot was the day and hot the fray on Monmouth's battle plain,

When the Tyrant's forces ushered on and blooddrops fell like rain;

They fought like dragons-but our bold Virginia boy again

Fought with his hardy band, till every foe was fled or slain.

This gallant, &c.

At Yorktown next his faithful sword and starry banner waved,

Till awe-struck foe surrendered and his ready mercy craved;

And when he won the welcome peace, and countless dangers braved,

With wisdom's wand, and justice too, he ruled the land he saved.

This gallant, &c.

On Vernon next in simple state, this chief and sage is found,

There honest farmer George again is seen to till the ground,

And there in peace with every freeman's dearest blessing crown'd,

He still toils for the happiness of every heart around.

This gallant, &c.

But powers immortal like himself, now saw his task fulfill'd,

And laid this nation's sire beneath the ground he till'd;

While every heart throughout the land with deepest grief was fill'd,

And may we ne'er forget the deeds-the noble things instilled

By the gallant, &c.

THE REALM OF THE WEST.

BY AMANDA T. JONES.

HAVE you heard of the beautiful Realm of the West,

Encircled by oceans, and kissed by the sun?

Have you heard of the nations that thrive on her

breast, Bright heirs of her grandeur, the "many in

one?"

Kings cannot govern this land of our choice, Liberty loves us, and Truth is our guest; Shout for the UNION with heart and with voice, God is our King in this Realm of the West.

Have ye heard of the wonderful conquest of old? The lion was torn by the bird of the sun: Through the world was the fame of our WASHINGTON roiled,

And Heaven sealed to Freedom this "many in one !"

Kings cannot govern, &c.

Have ye heard of our armies, so loyal and true? The flag of the serpent did writhe in the sun, While they marched to the field with the "red, white and blue,"

And saved from the traitor our "many in one." Kings cannot govern, &c.

'Tis the psalm of the Free that is borne on the

breeze:

It leaps from the heart of each patriot son, While the full surging chorus is sung by the

seas

FOR EVER AND EVER-the "MANY IN ONE!"

Kings cannot govern, &c.