American Old Time Song Lyrics: 49 Hail Columbia
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 49
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.
Firm united let as be, rallying 'round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers joined, peace and safety we shall find.
Immortal patriots, rise once more,
Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe, with impious band,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies,
Of toil and blood, the well-earned 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 trumpet 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 case,
The happier times of honest peace. - Chorus.
Behold the chief who now commands
Again to serve his country, stands-
The rock on which the storm will beatn
The rock on which the storm will beat;
But, armed in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on heaven and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay
And gloom obscured Columbia's day,
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolved on death or liberty.- Chorus.