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The Men of ’76.

CENTENNIAL SONG AND, CHORUS

Copied by permission of Harrison MitLARD, W.H; Ewaup & Bro.
Music Publishers, 136 Newark avenue, Jersey City, N. J

Our song renew, for men so true—
The lion hearts of old!

While time shall be, on land and sea,
Their story shall be told.

Still, still we hear, deathless and clear,
Our Warren’s noble cry:

‘ For Freedom grand, for native land,

Tis sweet, ’tis sweet to die!”
CHORUS.
Oh! side by side, flag of our pride,
On thee our hopes we fix!
God bless the men that saved thee then—
The Men of Seventy-six!

What heart would yield of Concord’s field
One tithe of peerless fame?
Or Lexington where freedom’s sun
Shone forth with quenchless flame?
What soul but thrills, what eye but fills
At deeds of glory done?
Can we forget, till stars shall set,
The name of Washington? (CHORUS.)

Once more we go to meet the foe,
With Allen, heart of gold!
With Putnam true, and Marion, too,
We live the days of old!
Success to thee, land of the free,
And may:thy sons to-day,
With freedom’s thrill remember still
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THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

A Hundred Years Ago.
Copiea by, permission of O. Dirson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washing-
ton St., Boston; owners) of the cépytight. ©. M. Dirsox & Cos
, 711 Broadway; New York.
When first the souna of bate came
We gayly marched away,
For when we heard our country call
We could not but obey,
For truth and right the ‘first to fight,
And never known to flée,
Our fathers recognize their sons—
The gallant Ninth are we.

CHORUS, Vv i3

A hundred yéars ago we stood in fight arrayed, boys,
And boldly met the foe, for truth and liberty:

Our voice is living still, and, we should be obeyed, boys,
Who gave our lives to make you free a hundred years ago,

A little band of earnest men,
Who knew no law but right,
We just a century ago
Set freedom’s torch alight,
We fought and fell and.ages tell
The story which you know,
Of how the sun of Glory rose
A hundred years ago. (CHORUS.)

Star Spangled Banner,

Oh! say, can you see by the dawn’s early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twiliglit’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous

fight,

O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming; /
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that’ our flag was still there, ,
Oh! say, does the star-spangled banner still wave,
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

  
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THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. 1

On the shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty: host in dread silence reposes,
What is that, which! the breeze o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the: gleam of: the morning’s first beam,
Iu full glory reflected now shines on the stream;
Tis the. star-spangled banner, oh! long may it wave,
4 O’er the land of the free and the home ofthe brave.

And where is the band who so. vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war, and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leaye, us no, more?
gti Their blood has washed. out their foul footstep’s pollution,
No refuge could save, the hireling and, slaye,
From the terror of flight. or the gloom of the. grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land. of the free, and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and war's desolation;
Blessed with victory and peace may the Heaven-rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserved us.a nation.
Then conguer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto—‘‘In God is our trust!”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave,
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

~The Centennial Bell

For full one hundred years I’ve swung
In my old gray turret high,
And many a different. theme I’ve sung,
As the time went. stealing by;
I’ve pealed the chant of a wedding marn,
Ere night I have sadly tolled,
To say that the bride was coming, love-lorn,
= To sleep in the churchyard mold.
Ding, dong, my ceaseless. song,
Merry and sad, but never long.
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For full one hundred years I’ve swung
In my ancient turret high,
And many a different theme I’ve sung,
As the time went stealing by;
I’ve swelled the joy of a country’s pride,
For a victory, far off won;
Then changed to grief, for the brave that died,
Ere my mirth had well begun.
Ding, dong, my ceaseless song,
Merry and sad, but never long.

For full one hundred years I’ve swung
In my crumbling turret high;

*Tis time my own death-song were sung,
And with truth, before I die;

I never could leve the theme they gave
My tyrannized tongue to tell;

One moment for cradle, the next for grave
They’ve worn out the centennial bell.
Ding, dong, my changeful song,
Farewell now, and farewell long.

 

 

Stand up for Uncle Sam, my Boys.

Copied by permission of Root & Capy, Music Publishers, 95 Clark street,
Chicago, owners of the copyright.

Stand up for Uncle Sam, my boys,
With hearts brave and true; °

Stand up for Uncle Sam, my boys,
For he has stood by you.

He’s made your homes the brightest
The sun e’er shone upon,

For honor, right and freedom,
He’s many a battle won.

Cuorvus—Stand up for Uncle Sam, my boys,

With hearts brave and true,

Stand up for Uncle Sam, my boys,
For he has stood by you.

Oh, strike for Uncle Sam, my boys,
For danger is near; ~

Yes! strike for Uncle Sam, my boys,
And all to you most dear.

 
THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. 18

_ Rebellious sons are plotting
To lay the homestead low,
Their hands are madly lifted
To give the fatal blow. (CHORUS. )

Oh, fall for Uncle Sam, my boys,
If need be to save;
Yes! fall for Uncle Sam, my boys,
Though in a soldier’s grave. —
His flag so long our glory
Dishonored shall not be;
But heavenward float forever,
The banner of the free. (CHorvs.

The Rock of Liberty.

Copied by permission of Russet, & To~Man, 291 Washington St., Boston,
owners of the copyright.

Oh! the firm old rock, the wave-worn rock,
That braved the blast and the billow’s shock;
It was born with time on a barren shore,
And it laughed with scorn at the ocean’s roar.
’T was here that first the Pilgrim band,
Came weary up to the foaming strand;
And the tree they reared in the days gone by,
It lives, it lives, it lives, and ne’er’shall die.
Thou stern old rock in the ages past,
Thy brow was bleached by the warring blast;
But thy wintry toil with the wave is ‘o’er,
And the billows beat thy base no more.
Yet countless as thy sands, old rock,
Are the hardy sons of the Pilgrim stock;
And the tree they reared in the days gone by,
It lives, it lives, it lives, and ne’er shall die.
Then rest, old rock, on the sea-beat shore,
Our sires are lulled by the breaker’s roar;
*Twas here that first their hymns were heard,
O’er the startled cry of the ocean bird.
*T was here they lived, twas here they died,

_ Their forms repose on the green lill-side;
And the tree they reared in the days gone by,
It lives, it lives, it lives, and ne’er shall die.

 

 
     
 
    
  
 
 
 
   
   
  
 
 
 
   
 
  
 
 
 
   
  
 
 
 
  
  

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The Banner of the Free.

Copied by permission of Wm. Hatu & Son, Music Publishers, 544 Broad-

way, N. Y., owners of the copyright.

God bless the banner of the Free,
The flag our fathers gave us,

The Stars and Stripes on land and sea,
God bless our flag and saye us.

For where our country, in her might,
Bears up that flag above us,

We strike for God and for the right,
Our homes, and those that love us.

CHORUS.

Float forever in the skies,
Freedom’s starry Banner!
Shout, where’er that Banner fiies,
Liberty’s Hosanna!
Liberty to all the race!
Freedom now and ever;
Here be Freedom’s dwelling-place,
This her Flag forever!

The names that stir the nations on,
To break. the tyrants’ fetters,
Are written all its folds upon,
In never fading: letters;
And publish there, in words of light
The triumphs of our story;
While beams from all its hues so bright
The radiance of our glory. (CHORUS.)

The pilgrim here, from every clime,
Beneath that flag ‘rejoices;

And endless years of coming time
Shall echo to its voices.

Free soil, free men, free faith, free speech,
O’er all our lands. and waters,

The Stars and Stripes shall ever teach

To all-our sons-and-daugliters. .(CHORUS.)

   
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The Corporal’s Musket.

Copied by permission of Wm, Hatt & Son, Music Publishers, 543 Broad
way, N. Y., owners of the copyright.
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
My grandsire brought it, back ;
From Yorktown, in the. winter,
On a long and weary track;
Though the bivouac was. over,
And the march and fight were done,
Through mire and snow he bore it,
For the soldier loved his gun;
And he hung it by his fireside
"Mid the branching pines of Maine;
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
We need it once again.

CHORUS,

Take down the gun, the good old gun,
My grandsire brought to Maine;
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
*T will help us once again.

The rust has slowly settled,
In the years that since have flown.

Upon the good old barrel,
That once like silver shone;

It has a quaint and war-worn look,
The fashion of the stock,

Perhaps is only equaled by
The fashion of the lock;

But slumbering sparks of Seventy-six
Within the flint remain;

Take down the Corporal’s musket,
We need it. once-again. (CHORUS.)

The veteran who bore it,

With the soldier’s measured tread,
Awaiting: the great: reveille,

Is mustered: withthe dead;

 
 
   

   

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER,

But above the din of battle,
Upon this field of yore,
His voice. in martial cadence, calls
To arms! to arms once more!
And in this dread and fearful strife,
That call is not in vain;
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
We need it once again. (CHoRUS.)

To thee and me, my brother,
Comes down the soldier’s gun;

It tells a tale of mighty deeds,
By patriot valor done:

The hurried march, the daring charge, eae >.
The onset and the strife

Of clashing steel, of bursting shell,
The task, a nation’s life;

Then seize once more that well-tried gun,
Which. idle long has lain;

Quick! seize the Corporal’s musket,
*T will help us once again. (CHorvs)

America,

My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee 1 sing;
Land where, my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountain-side,

Let freedom ring.

My native country, thee,

Land of the noble, free—
Thy name I love:

I love the rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees,

Sweet. freedom’s song:
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Let mortal tongues awake,

Let all that breathe partake,

Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathers’ God to thee
Author of liberty,
To thee I sing:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God our King.

The Maids of Dear Columbia,

Oh! the maids of dear Columbia,
So beautiful and fair,

With eyes like diamonds sparkling,
And richly flowing hair;

Their hearts are light and cheerful,
And their spirits ever gay.

Cuorus—The maids of dear Columbia,

How beautiful are they.

They are like the lovely flowers
In summer time that bloom,
On the sportive breezes shedding,
Their choice and sweet perfume,
Our eyes and hearts delighting,
With. their varied array. (CHorvs.)
They smile when we are happy,
When we are sad they sigh,
When anguish wrings our bosoms,
The tear they gently dry;
Oh! happy is the nation
That owns their tender sway. (CHORUS.)

Then ever like true patriots,
May we join both heart and hand
To protect the lovely maidens
Of this our Fatherland,
And. that heaven may ever bless them
We'll all devoutly pray. (CHORUE.)

 
    

    

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

One Hundred Years Ago!

Oh, how the Past comes o’er me!
How the old days draw nigh:
Tramping along in battalia,
Marching in legions by,
With the drums of the Old-Time beating,
And the Old Flag waving high!
And down from the lofty mountains,
And up from the woodlands low,
Mustering for Liberty’s confliet-—
One hundred years ago!

Out of the streets of Lexington
I see. the red-coats wheel,

And back from Bunker's ramparts,
Where Continentals kneel

And pray, with their iron musketry,
I see the red-coats reel;

And, reddening all the green ssward,
I mark the life-blood flow

From the bosom, of martyred, Warren
One hundred years ago!

Hearken to Stark of Hampshire—

‘* Comrades all!” cries he,
** King George’s Hessian hirelings

On yonder plains you see!

We'll beat them, boys, or Mary Stark
A widow this night shall be!”

And then, like a clap of. thunder,
He broke upon the foe,

And he won the battle of Bennington—
One hundred years ago!

Down from the lofty Mountains
Our fearless eagle swooped;
Down on Ticonderoga
Bold Ethan Allen stooped;
And the royal red-cross banner
. Beneath his challenge drooped;,
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And the stout old Indian fortress
He gaine¥, without a blow,
**Tn the name of the Great Jehovah!”
One hundred years ago!

Out from the resonant belfry
Of Independence Hall

Sounded the tongue of an iron bell,
Bidding good ‘patriots all

To give the Oppressed their freedom
And loosen every thrall!

And the voice of brave John Hancock
Preachec to the’ People below

‘The Gospel of Independence—
One hundred years ago!

And out from Sullivan’s Island,
From dark Palmetto fen,

I hear the roar of cannonry,
And the riffe-shots again;

And the voice of gallant Moultrie,
And the shouts of Martion’s met;

And T sée our stricken} anner
Snatched from the ditch below,

By the hand of Sergeant Jasper—
One hundred years ago!

So the old days come over me!
The past around me rolls,
The spell of a glorious history
My. beating pulse controls,
And I sing of the Grand Example
Of old and Joyal souls!
When the land we love lies bleeding,
And we hear her heart’s wild throe,
Let us think of,the old; old Union
One hundred years ago!

 
   

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THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

The Evacuation.

Copied by permission of Hornacz Waters, M usic Publisher, 481 Broadway,

    

New York, owner of the copyright.

Simon Greenhorn went to town,
A-looking fine and gay, sirs;

Of New York city, that great renown,
I'd often heard folks say, sirs;

My daddy’s leave I got ’tis true,
My mammy’s approbation,

So I went down to New York town,
‘To see the Evacuation,

Ri tu, ri tu, ri tu, ria,
Ri tu, ri tu, ri-tu, ro li do,

Ri tu, ri tu, ri tu, ri tu,
And Yankee Doodleation. ,

When in the city 1 first arrived,
1 felt myself quite flustered,
To see all round that great big town
So many people mustered;
But, howsomever, in a crowd
I got myself a station,
And then awaited patiently
To see the Evacuation.
Ri tu, etc. Hurrah, for this great nation.

At length a soldier’s scampering horse
Got frightened at a dandy;
He pelted in among the crowd
Quite frolicsome and handy;
He tilted me slap off my soles,
I popped on an elevation,
And got a seat for nothing at all,
To see the Evacuation.
Ri tu, etc. Oh, what a happy station.

I sat myself down quietly,
Nobody seemed to rout me;

I gently cast my eyes upon

The ladies round about me;
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They all did look quite weary worn,
And in a perspiration;

It melted all the red, and white,
On this famous Evacuation.

Ri tu, etc. Ever of them.

‘‘ Now thinks,” says I, unto myself,
‘* T’ve seen all that I can see;”

But to find out my great mistake,
I paid dearly for my fancy—

Ten dollars and my pocket-book,
Upon examination;

My watch, that never went before,
Went on Evacuation.

Ri tu, ete. I'd like a police-station.

Viva L’America.
Copied by perm’ssion of Fmrru, Ponn' & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broad
way, New York, owners of the copyright.
Noble Republic! happiest of lands,
Foremost of nations, Columbia ‘stands;
Freedom’s proud banner floats in the skies,
Where shouts of liberty daily arise;
‘United we-stand, divided we fall,”
Union forever, freedom to. all.
Cuorvs.—Throughout the world our. motto shall be,
Viva L’America, home of the free.

Shoutd ever traitor rise in the land,
Cursed be his homestead, withered his hand;
Shame be his memory, scorn be his lot,
Exile his heritage, his name a blot!
** United we stand, divided we fall,”
Granting a home and freedom to ally , ;(CHoRUs.)

To all her heroes, justice and fame,
To all her foes, a traitor’s foul name;
Our ‘ Stripes and Stars ” still proudly shall wave,
Emblem of liberty, flag of the brave;
“‘United we stand, divided we fell,”
Gladly we’ll die at our country’s call. (CHorvs.)

 
  

 

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

The Sword of Bunker Hill.

Copied by permigsion of Russrrz & ToumAn, 291 Washington St., Boston

 

owners of the copyright.

He lay upon his dying bed,
His eye was growing dim

When with a feeble voice he called,
His weeping son to him:

‘Weep not, my boy,” the veteran said,

‘“‘T bow to Heaven’s high will,

But quickly from yon antlers bring,

The sword of Bunker Hill.” REPEAT.

The sword was brought, the soldier’s eye
Lit with a sudden flame;
And as he grasped the ancient blade,
He murmured Warren’s name;
Then said; ‘My boy, I leave you gold,
But what is richer still,
I leave you, mark me, mark me, now,
The sword of Bunker; Hill. oe

“Twas on that dread, immortal day,
I dared the Briton’s band,
A captain raised this blade on me,
I tore it from his hand;
And while the glorious battle raged,
It lightened freedom’s will,
For, boy, the God of Freedom blessed

The sword of Bunker Hill. —

** Oh! keep the sword,” his accents broke,

A smile, and he was dead;

But his wrinkled hand ‘still grasped the blade,
Upon that dying bed.

The son remains, the sword remains,
Its glory growing still,

And twenty millions bless the sire Rep
And sword of Bunker Hill. t —

  
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Where Liberty Dwells, There is My Country.

Copied by permission of Horace Waters, Music Publisher, 481 Broad
way, N. Y., owner of the copyright.

Where Liberty dwells is my country;
There, only there; there, only there,

Where Liberty dwells is my country;

> There, and only there.

Though storms should howl around her,
And skies be overcast,

And the good ship seems just to founder,
Still, boys, we give to the blast.

CHORUS.

Where liberty dwells is my country;
There, only there; there, only there;

Where Liberty dwells is my, country;
There, and only there.

That land, we will defend her,
While floats our flag on high;
Our motto is, ““ Never surrender,”
Fight till we conquer or die. (CHORUS.)

That star-sprent flag once covered
Our Washington, the blest;
That eagle victorious has hovered,
Long o’er our bravest and best. (CHORUS, )

And, know, there’s One, who. never
Bids a good cause go down;
God reigns, and His favor is ever
With us—with our foes, His frown. (CHOo.)

Sing, then; bid those who love us,
Join in our song so free;
The heavens are smiling above us,
Success, peace and liberty. (CHORUE.)

 
  

 

 

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

Revolutionary Times.

John Bull, don’t you remember; now,
Some hundred years ago,
When we were very young, sir,
Your head was white as snow;
You did not count us much, John,
But thought to make us run,
Yet found out your mistake, John,
One day at Lexington. .
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Indeed you did,
*Pon my soul you did, re
One day at Lexington.

Then we invite you in, John,
To take a cup of tea,
In Boston harbor made, sir,
The teapot of the free.
You didn’t like the party, boy,
It wasn’t quite select,
There were some aborigines,
You didn’t quite expect.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Indeed you did,
*Pon my soul you did,
You didn’t quite expect.

Then another much-loved spot, John,
Such sweet associations—

The day you marched down to York
To see your rich relations,

The Dutchmen of the Mohawk, sir,
Wishing to entertain,

Put up some Gates that stopped you,

On Saratoga plain.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Indeed you did,
*Pon my soul vou did.

On Saratoga plain.

  
THE CENYENNIAL SONGSTER.

Oh! no, we never mention it,
You never thought it lucky,
The day you charged the cotton bags,
And got into Kentucky.
Why I thought you knew geography,
For misses in their teens,
Would told you that Kentucky lay,
Why just below Orleans.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Indeed you did,
*Pon my soul you did,
Why just below Orleans.

You say we are great braggers, John,
But you know it is our wont,
We gave some Bragg in Mexico,
Likewise in old. Vermont.
At Bennington you must confess,
That you really felt quite sad,
The Green Mountain boys, I swow,, did think
You were actually Stark mad.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Indeed you did,
*Pon my soul you did,
You were actually Stark mad.

The mistress of the ocean, John,
She could not rule the lakes,
You had some Ganders in your fleet,
But, John, you had no Drakes!
Your choicest spirits, too, were there,
Why you took your hock and sherry,
But, John, you could not stand our fare,
You could not take our Perry.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Indeed you did,
*Pon my soul you did,
You could not take our Perry.

 
  

 

 

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER,

You had some corns upon, your toes,
Cornwallis, that was one,
And at the siege of Yorktown,
Why then you could not run.
You tried quite hard, you must admit,
And threw away your gun;
Gave up your sword, fie, John, for shame,
To the immortal WAsHINGTON,
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Indeed you did,
’*Pon my soul you did,
To the immortal WAsHINGTON.

The Flag of Our Union.

BY GEN, GEO. P. MORRIS,

** A song for our banner!” the watchword recall
Which gave the Republic a station:

‘* United we stand—divided we fall!”
It made and preserved us a nation!

CHORUS.

The union of lakes—the union of dands—
The union of States none cam sever—
The union of hearts—the union of hands—
And the Flag of the Union forever

And ever!
The Fiag of the Union forever!

What God in his mercy and wisdom designed
And armed with his weapons of thunder,

Not all the earth’s despots and factions combined
Have the power to conquer or sunder! (CuHo.)

Oh, keep the flag flying!—The pride of the van!
To all other nations display it!

The ladies for union, are all to ax~man /

But not to the man who’d hetray.jt. (CHorvs.)

  
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Our Country and Flag.
Copicd by permission of Lez & Watxker, Mu-ic Publishers, 722 Chestnut
$*., Philadelp! ia, owners of the copyright.
Our flag and our country! heaven’s blessings attend them,
While we live we will cherish, protect and defend them;
While loyal and true hearts for freedom beat ever
No foeman or faction our country can sever.
Hurrah! Hurrah! our country forever,
Hurrah! Hurrah! our country and flag,
Cuorus—Hurra! Hurra!, Hurra! ete.
Our Union must stand throughout all future ages,
Enshrined in our hearts and in history’s pages;
As bought with the blood of our fathers, we cherish
And swear to preserve and maintain it, or ‘perish.
Hurrah! Hurrah! our Union forever,
. Hutrah! Hurrah! our country and flag.

Our couittry is the land of the patriot’s glory;
The home of our Washington, honored in story;
The land of the friendtess, ‘the exile and stranger,
The refuge of liberty and freedom from danger.
Hurrah! Hurrah! our country forever,
Hurrah! Hurrah! our country and flag.

Oh, may then this Union be the home for all natio  ;
For millions on millions through all generations;
And the deeds of our fathers be ever made glorious,
And our Star Spangled Banner be ever victorious.
Hurrah! Hurrah! our country forever,
Hurrah! Hurrah! our country ‘and flag.

My Own Native Land.

I’ve roved over mountain, I’ve crossed over flood;
I’ve traversed the wave-rolling sand;
Though the fields were as green, and the moon shone as
bright,
Yet it was not my own native land.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, ‘no, no, no,
Though the fields were as green, and the moon shone as
bright,
Yet it was hot my own native land.

 

 
 

    

  

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

The right hand of friendship how oft I have grasped
And bright eyes have smiled and looked bland,
Yet happier. far were the hours that I passed
In the West—in my own native land.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes,
Yet happier far were the hours that I passed
In the West—in my own native land.

Then hail dear Columbia, the land that we love,

Where flourishes Liberty’s tree;
The birth-place of Freedom, our own native land,

Tis the land, ’tis the land of the free!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes,

The birth-place of Freedom, our own native home,

*Tis the land, ’tis the land of the free!

 

 

Our Flag. ‘

Our flag is there! our flag is there!

We'll hail it with three loud huzzas!
Our flag is there! our flag is there!

Behold the glorious Stripes and Stars!
Stout hearts have fought for that. bright flag,

Strong hands sustained it mast-head high,
And oh! to see how proud it waves,

Brings tears of joy in every eye.

CHORUS.

Our flag is. there! our flag is there!

We'll hail it with three loud huzzas!
Our flag is there! our flag-is there!

Behold the glorious Stripes and Stars!

That flag has stood the battle’s roar,
With foemen stout, with foemen brave;
Strong hands have strove that flag to lower,
And found a speedy watery grave!
That flag is known on every shore,
The standard of a gallant band,
Alike sustained in peace or war,
It floats o'er Freedom’s happy land. .,(Cxo.) *
 

 
 

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER,

Our Union, Right or Wrong.

Rouse, hearts of freedom’s only home!
Hark to disunion’s cry,

Dear liberty, beneath her dome,
Proclaims that danger’s nigh;

Come, let your noble shouts ring forth,
In trumpet voices strong,

**'We know no South, we know no North,

Our Union, right or wrong.”

The temple our brave fathers made,
The wonder of the world,

Shall they behold their sons dismayed
When treason’s flag’s unfurled;

Oh! never, by the glorious stars
Which on our banner throng;

Rouse, sons of three victorious wars,
For Union, right or wrong.

Our patriotic fathers’ shades,
With Washington on high,

Point to their blood-anointed blades
And to their children cry,

Rouse, freemen by your fathers’ scars,
On to the rescue throng;

Defend our flag and sacred stars,
The Union, right or wrong.

Sons of the press proclaim its worth,
In telegraphic fires,

Bid young America stand forth
And emulate their sires;

Wake sister States and hand in hand,
Round Freedom’s temple throng,

Come shout in One united band,

Our Union, right or wrong.

 

  
 
   

   

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

Hail Columbia.

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; (=e
As a band of brothers joined, peace and safety we shall find.

Immortal patriots, ris¢ 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-earned prize.
While offering peace sincere and just, in heaven we place a
manly trust,
That truth and justice will prevail, and every shame of bond-
age fail. (CHORUS. )

Sound, sound the trump of fame! let Wasmineton’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 governed in the fear-

ful hour,
Of horrid war! or guides, with ease, 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 beat,

The rock on which the storm will beat;
But armed in virtue firm and true, his hopes are fixed on

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

Heaven. and. you.

When hope was sinking in dismay, and glooms obscured

Colunibia’s day,

His steady mind, from changes free, resolved.on death or

liberty. (CHORUS, )

COPIED BY PERMISSION OF M. J. M’GLYNN, AUTHOR.

Centennial Bells,

61

Copied by permis me of C. H. Dirson & Co., Mueic Publishers, 711 Broad
way, New York. Ditrson & Co., 277 Washington St., Boston, Mass.

 

J. Sh. Dirson & Co., Philadelphis, Pa.
Did you hear the centennial bells

Pealing forth at dead of night,
The nations pride of liberty

In sweet chimes of fond delight?

Or. did you hear their tongues in praise

Of battles fought and won,

In whispering accents to us speak
The name of Washington?

CHORUS.

Ring the bells, the centennial bells,
Those bells of liberty!

Ring the bells whose chiming tells
America is free.

May God bless our centennial bells,
Whose musie ‘on the air

Glides o’er the ocean soft and sweet
To breathe the nation’s prayer.

To other larids where men are yet
Compelled to bend the knee,

Where tyrant lords their vassals keep
(CHORUS. )

And when earth’s conquering legions march,

Shut out from liberty.

Let ours be first. in line

To bear the starry lighted flag,
To freedom’s holy shrine.

Where ..!1 the world in happy peace
Will laud our people free,

And bless the name of Washington,

Who gave us liberty.

 

    

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THE CE“TENNIAL SONGSTER.

The Grave of Washington.

Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep;
"Neatly the boughs of the willow that over him’ weep.
- His arm is unnerved, but his deeds remain: bright,

As the'stars in the dark vaulted heaven. at night.

Oh! wake not the hero, his battles are o’er, -

Let him rest undisturbed on Potomac’s fair shore;

_ On the river’s green borders’so flowery dressed

With the hearts he loved fondly, let Washington rest,
With the hearts he loved fondly, let, Washington rest.

Awake not his slumbers, tread lightly around,

*Tis the grave of a freeman, ’tis Liberty’s mound.

Thy name is immortal, our freedom ye won,

Brave sire of Columbia, our own Washington.

Oh! wake’ not the hero, his battles are o’er,

Let him rest, calmly rest, on his dear native shore;

While the stars and the stripes of our Country shall wave,
O’er the land that can boast of a Washington’s grave,
O’er the land that can boast of a Washington’s grave.

Washington, Star of the West.

There’s'a Star in the West that will never go down,
Till the records of valor decay;

We may worship its light; for it is our own.
And liberty bursts in ‘its ray.

Shall the name of Washington ever be heard
By a freeman, and thrill not his breast?

Is there one out of bondage that hails not the name
Of Washington, Star of the West?

War! war to the knife—be enthralled till ye die!
Was the echo that waked up the land;

But it was not this frenzy that prompted the ery,
Nor rashness that kindled the brand.

He threw back the fetters, he headed the strife,
Till man’s charter was firmly restored;

Then he prayed for the moment when liberty and life

Would no longer be pressed by the sword.
THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. 33

Oh! his laurels were pure, and his patriot name
In the pages of the future shall dwell,

And be seen in all annals, the foremost in fame,
By the side of a Hoffer and Tell.

Then cherish his memory, the brave and.the good,
At Mount Vernon the hero,now rests;

Peace, ptace to his ashes, our father is dead!
Great Washington, Star of the West!

To the West.
To the West! to the West! to the land of the free,
Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea;
Where a’man is a man, if he is willing to toil,
And the humblest may, gather the fruits of the soil;
Where children are blessings, and he who hath most,
Has aid to his fortune, and riches to boast;
Where the young may exult, and the aged may rest,
Away, far away, to the land of the West.

CHORDS.

To the West! to the West! to the land of the free,
Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea;
Where the young may exult, and the aged may rest,
Away, far away, to the land of the West.

 

To the West! to the West! where the rivers that flow,
Run thousands of miles, sparkling out as they go;
Where the green waving forests shall echo our call,

As wide as old England, ‘and free to us all;

Where the prairies, like seas where the billows have roll’d
Are broad as the kingdoms and empires of old;

And the lakes are oceans in storms or in rest—

Away, far away, to the land of the West. (CHorvs.)

To the West! to the West! there is wealth to be won;
A forest to clear is the work to be done;

We'll try it—we’ll do it—and never despair,
While.there’s light in the sunshine, or life in the air;
The bold independence that labor shall buy,

Shall strengthen our hearts, and forbid us to sigh;
Away, far away, let us hope for the best,

For a home is a home, in the land of the West. (CHo.*

 
  

 

 

THE CENTENNIAL £0N GSTER.

The American Girl.

Our hearts are with our tative Iand,
Our song’ is for her glory;
Her warriors’ wreath is ‘in our hand,
Our lips breathe out her story.
Her lofty hills and valleys ¢reén,
Are shining bright before us;
And like a rainbow sign is seen
Her proud flag waving o’er us,

And there are smiles upon our lips ; SS
For those who meet her foemen,
For glory’s star knows no eclipse,
When smiled upon by woman.
For those who brave the mighty deep,
And scorn the threat of danger.
We’ve smiles to cheer, and tears to weep
For every ocean ranger.

Our hearts are with our native land,
Our songs are for her freedom;

Our prayers are for the gallant band
Who strike where honor leads them,

We love the taintless air we breathe,
"Tis freedom’s endless power;

We'll twine for him an endless wreath
Who scorns a tyrant’s power.

They tell of France’s beatities fair,
Of Italy’s proud daughters,

Of Scotland’s lasses, England’s fair,
And nymphs of Shannon’s waters.

We need not boast their haughty charms,
Though lords around them hover,

Our glory lies in freedom’s arms—

A FREEMAN for a lover!

  
  

THO, CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

I Love my Native Land, .
I love my native land,
Its hills and mountains high,

 

Its rock-bound coast, its wave washed strand,

And cliffs that meet the sky;

Its vales in beauty spread,
Where rivers sweep along,

Where silent sleep the mighty dead,

Those names shall live, shall live in song.

T love my native land,
Land of the noble free,
Its blood, full many a patriot band
Hath shed like raim for thee;
Thy fertile soil was dyed,
When freedom’s cause was won,
And heroes fought and fell beside
Their leader, their leader, Washington.
America, thy name
Shall ever cherished be,
Committed to undying fame,
Endeared: to:all the free;
While waves thy flag on high,
And floats on every breeze,
Thine eagle shall with England vie,
As mistress of the seas, the seas;

Red, White and Blue.

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,

 

The shrine of each patriot’s devotion,

A world offers homage to thee.

Thy mandates make heroes assemble,

When liberty’s form’ stands in view,

Thy banners make tyranny tremble,

 

When borne by the red, white, and blue.
When borne by the red, white, and blue.
When borne by the, red, white, and blue,
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,

When borne by the red, white, and blue.

  
THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

When war waged its wide ‘4esolation,
And threatened our land to deform,
The ark then of freedom’s foundation,
Columbia rode safe through the storm.
With her garland of victory o’er her,
When so proudly she bore her bold crew,
With her flag proudly floating before her,
The boast “of the red, white, and blue.
The boast of, etc.

The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither,
And fill you it up to the brim,

May the wreath they have won never’ wither,
Nor the star of their glory g grow dim,

May the service united ne’er sever,
And hold to their colors so true,

The army and navy forever,
Three cheers for the red, white, and blue.

Three cheers for, etc.

The Yankee Boy.
A Yankee boy is trim and tall,
And never over fat, sir;
At dance or frolic, hop or ball,
He’s nimble as a gnat, sir.
Cuorus—Yankee Doodle! Fire away! y
What. Yankee boy’s afraid, sir?
Yankee Doodle was the tune _
At Lexington was played, sir.
He’s always out on training day,
Commencement or eiection.
At truck and trade he knows the way
Of thriving, to perfection. (CHorvs.)
His door is always open found,
His cider of the best, sir;
His board with pumpkin-pie 1s crowned,
And welcome every guest, sir. (CHOoRUS.)

Though rough’ and little is his farm,
That little is his own, sir;
His hand is strong, his heart is warm,
Tis truth and honor’s throne, sir. (CHORUS.)

 

    

  

 
 

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. 37

His Country is his pride and boast,
He’ll ever prove true blue, sir;
When called upon to give his toast,
*Tis: ‘‘ Yankee Doodle do, sir.” (CHORUS.)

A Yankee Ship, and a Yankee Crew,

A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,
Tally hi ho! you know!
O’er the bright blue waves like a sea- pird flew,
Singing hey! aloft and alow!
Her sails are spread to the fairy breeze!
The spray as sparkling thrown from her prow,
Her flag is the proudest that floats on the seas,
When homeward she’s steering now!

A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,
Tally hi ho! you know!

With hearts aboard, both gallant and true,
The same aloft and alow.

The blackening sky, and the whistling wind,
Foretell the approach of a gale,

And a home and its joys flit over each mind;
Husbands, lovers, on deck there! a sail!

A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,
Tally hi ho! you know!

Distress is the word, God speed them through,
Bear a hand aloft and alow!

A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,
Tally hi ho! you know!

Freedom defends the land where it grew,
We're free aloft and alow!

Bearing down on a ship, in regal pride,
Defiance floating at each mast-head;

She’s wrecked, and the one that floats alongside,
The stars and stripes that’s to victory wed.

A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,
Tally hi ho! you know!

Ne’er strikes to a foe while the sky is blue,
Or a tar aloft and alow!

 
  

 

 
 

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. -

A National Song.

All hail! Unfurl the stripes and stars!
The banner of the free!

Ten times ten thousand patriots greet
The shrine of Liberty;

Come, with one heart, one hope, one aim,
An undivided band,

To elevate, with solemn rites, |
The ruler of our land.

Not to invest a potentate, 7g
With robes of majesty—
Not to confer a kingly crown,
Nor bend a supple knee.
We bow beneath no sceptered sway—
Obey no royal nod—
Columbia’s sons, erect and free,
Kneel only to their God!

Our ruler boasts no titled rank,
No ancient, princely line—

No legal right to sovereignty,
Ancestral and divine.

A patriot—at his country’s call
Responding to her voice,

One of the people—he becomes
A sovereign by our choice.

And now, before the mighty pile
We've reared to Liberty,

He swears to cherish and defend
The charter of the free!

God of our country! seal his oath
With thy supreme assent.

God save the Union of the States!

God save the President!

  

 
 

 

’ (HE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. 39

The American Boy.

“Father, look up and see that flag,
How gracefully it flies;
Those pretty stripes—they seem to be
A rainbow in the skies.”
“Tt is your country’s flag, my son,
And proudly drinks the light,
O’er ocean’s waves, in foreign climes, >
A symbol of our might.”

** Father, what fearful noise is that,
Like thundering of the clouds?
Why do the people wave their hats,
And rush along in crowds?”

*¢Tt is the noise of cannon, child,
The glad shouts of the free;
This is the day to memory dear—
"Tis Freedom’s, Jubilee.”

**T wish that I were now a man,
Id fire my cannon too,
And cheer as loudly as the rest—
But, father, why don’t you?”

“Tm getting old and weak—but still
My heart is big with joy;
I’ve witnessed many a day like this—
Shout you aloud, my boy.”

**Hurrah! for Freedom’s Jubilee!
God bless our native land!
And may I live to hold the sword
Of freedom in my hand!”

“ Well done, my boy—grow up and love
The land that gave you birth;
A home where Freedom loves to dwell,
A paradise on earth.”

 
  

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER,.

   
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     
   
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

New England, ,

New England, I love thee, thou land of the free?
Our sires from oppression found refuge in thee;
Thy laws are commanded beyond the wide seas,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

New England, I love thee, thou land of the brave,
Our fathers fought nobly thy freedom to save;
Thy rights ever sacred, all nations must please,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

New England, I love thee, thy code of good rules,
Thy clergy, thy churches, thy teachers and schools,
Thy statesmen and poets, thy minstrels and glees,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

Pir

New England, I love thee, thy rocks and thy rills,
Thy dells and thy fountains, thy vales and thy hills,
Thy rivers and meadows, thy mountains and trees,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

New England, TI love thee, repose of the blest,

The oppressed of all nations in thee find their rest;
Thy banners of freedom float high in the breeze,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

 

An Ode to Washington.

Gopied by permission of Firtru, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547%
Broadway, N. Y.
A Nation’s wrongs upon its sons pressed hard,
And for redress each manly heart was beating;
In strife each sturdy yeoman’s arm was bared,
And North and South our warlike bands were meeting,
Our Country sought a Chief, and one was found
Whose name was then untold, scaree known in story;
Whose brow by honor’s wreath was only bound—
’Twas Washington, our pride, our boast, our glory!

The first in battle and the first in peace,

His sword th’ usurping foe forever dreaded;
He led the van, he bade the turmoil cease,
His voice our Nation’s councils ever heeded.

  
 

 

   

   

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. 41

The people called him father, and.each child

Was taught to bless the name renowned in story;
And e’en the savage in his forest wild,

Called Washington the earth’s proud beast.and glory!

The strife is o’er, his. rest the warrior seeks,

Upon his pillow calmly he reposes;
His lips move slowly, taintly now he speaks

A whispered prayer, in death his sight now closes,

‘** ve served my country, and the God I own;

Our cause was just, ’twill be renowned in story,
And now I go to serve my God alone.”

Thus died our Nation’s pride, our boast and glory!

A Parody on “Uncle Sam’s Farm.”

Of all the reformations in the east.or in the west,
Oh, the temperance reformation is the greatest and the best,
We invite the whole creation our pledge to come and sign,
And leave off drinking brandy, rum, cider, beer and wine.
CHORUS.

Then come along, come along, make no delay,

Come sign the temperance pledge, sign it right away,

For if you do but keep it, you need not fear ajarm,

But you will soon be rich enough to buy a handsome farm.

The temperance cause is spreading o’er this our native land,

And Alchy with his subjects knows not where to make a
stand,

His army is decreasing, and soon there’ll be but few,

Who to oppose the temperance cause on Alchy’s smile get
blue. (CHORUS. )

The drunkard is so foolish that he will money waste,

On liquor, when there’s water more pleasant to the taste;
The water is much cheaper, and much more healthy, too,
And never makes a man a fool—which liquors often do.

It mever yet caused people to quarrel and to fight,

Or come home intoxicated at twelve o’clock at night.
Cold water never caused a man in the gutter to be found,
And never, as I know of, to feel upward for the ground,
  

 

   

42 THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

Now if you only hasten our pledge to come and sign,

To leave off drinking brandy, rum, cider, gin and wine,
You can not help but prosper in your business through life,
Provided you have with you a nice teetotal wife. (Cro)

 

 

 

Uncle Sam’s Farm.

Copied by permission of Russet, & ToLtman, 291 Washington St., Boston,
owners of the copyrizht.

Of all the mighty nations, in the East or in the West,

Oh! this glorious Yankee nation is the greatest and the best,
We have room for all creation, and our banner is unfurled,
Here is a general invitation to the people of the world.

CHORUS. —
Come along, come along—make no delay, : :
Come from every nation, come from every way;

Our land is broad enough—don’t be alarmed,
For Uncle Sam is rich enough to give us all a farm.

St. Lawrence marks our northern line, as fast her waters flow,

And the Rio Grande our southern bound, ’way down to Mex-
ico;

From the great Atlantic ocean, where the sun begins to dawn,

Leaps across the Rocky Mountains, away to Oregon. (CHO.)

The South may raise the cotton, and the West: the corn and
pork,

New England manufactories shall do up the finer work;

For the deep and flowing waterfalls that course along our
hills,

Are just the thing for washing sheep and driving cottommills.

Our fathers gave us liberty, but little did they dream,

The grand results that flow along this mighty age of steam;

For our mountains, lakes, and rivers are all a blaze of fire,

And we send our news by lightning on the telegraphic wire. + |

Yes, we are bound to beat the nations, for our motto’s go-
ahead,

And we'll tell the foreign paupers that our people are well-
fed;

For the nations must remember that Uncle Sam is not a fool,

For the people do the voting, and the children go to school.

  

/
THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. 43

The Original Yankee Doodle.

Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we see the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
CHORUS.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee Doodle Dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

And there we see a thousand men
As rich as Squire David;
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be saved. (CHORUS.)

The "lasses they eat every day,
Would keep our house a winter;
They have so much that, I'll be bound,
They eat it when they’re mind ter. (CHO.)

And there we see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a deuced little cart—
A load for father’s cattle. (CHORUS. )

And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a horn of powder,
And makes a noise like father’s gun,
Only a nation louder. (CHORUS.)

I went as nigh to one myself
As Siah’s underpinning;
And father went as nigh again—
I thought the deuce was in him. (CuHo.)

Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cocked it;
It scared me so I shrinked it off
And hung by father’s pocket. (CHorus.)

 
 

  

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And Captain Davis had a gun,
He kind of clapt his hand on’t,

And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on’t. (CHORUS. )

And there I seen a pumpkin shell
As big as mother’s basin;
And every time they touched it off
They scampered like the nation. (CuHo.)

I seen a little barrel, too,
The heads were made of leather,
They knocked upon’t with little clubs,
And called the folks together. | (CHorvs.)

And there was Captain Washington,
And gentlefolks about him;
They say he’s grown so tarnal proud
He will not ride without ’em. (CHorvs.)

He got him in his meeting clothes
Upon a slapping stallion;
He set the world along in rows
In hundreds and in millions. (CHORUS.)

The flaming ribbons in his hat,
They looked so tearing fine, ah,
I wanted pokily to get
To give to my Jemimah. (CHoRvs. )

I see another snarl of men,
A-digging graves, they told me,
So tarnal long, so tarnal deep
They tended they should hold me. (CuHo.)

But I can’t tell you half I see,
They kept up such a smother;

So 1 took my hat off—made a bow,

And scampered home to mother.

 

  
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The Marseilles Hymn,

Ye sons of Freedom, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise?
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
. Behold their tears and hear their cries.
Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,
Affright and desolate the land,
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
CHORUS.
To arms! to arms! ye brave!
The avenging sword unsheath:
March on! march on! all hearts resolved
On victory or death.

Now, now, the dangerous storm is rolling,
Which treacherous kings confederate raise;
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,
And lo! our fields and cities blaze;
And shall we basely view the. ruin,
While lawless force, with guilty stride,
Spreads desolation far and wide,
With crimes and blood his hands embruing? (Cxo.

With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile, insatiate despots dare,
(Their thirst of power and gold unbounded),
To mete and vend the light and air.
Like beasts of burden would they load us,
Like gods would bid their slaves adore,
But man is man, and who is more?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us? (CHorvs)}

Oh, Liberty! can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy generous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That falsehood’s dagger tyrants wield,
But freedom is our sword cnd shield,
_ And all their arts-are. unavailing, (Cxorts }

 
    

   

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E Pluribus Unum,

Copied by permission of Peters & Sons, Music Publishers, Fourth street,
Cincinnati, O., owners of the copyright.
Though many and bright are the stars that appear
In the flag of our country unfurled
And the stripes that are swelling in majesty there,
Like a rainbow adorning the world;
Their lights are unsullied as those in the sky,
By a deed that our fathers have done,
And they’re leagued in as true and as holy a tie,
In their motto of ‘‘ Many in one.”

From the hour when those patriots fearlessly flung
That banner of star-light abroad,

Ever true to themselves, to that motto they clung
As they clung to the promise of God;

By the bayonet traced at the midnight of war,
On the fields where our glory was won,

Oh! perish the hand, or the heart that would mar
Our motto of ‘‘ Many in one.”

’Mid the smoke of the contest, the cannon’s deep roar.
How oft it hath gathered renown;

While those stars were reflected in rivers of gore,
When the cross and the lion went down.

And though few were their lights in the gloom of that hour.
Yet the hearts that were striking below,

Had God for their bulwark, and truth for their power,
And they stopped not to number the foe.

We are many in one where there glitters a star
In the blue of the heavens above,
And tyrants shall quail ’mid their dungeons afar,
When they gaze on our motto of love.
It shall gleam o’er the sea, ’mid the bolts of the storm,
O’er the tempest, and battle, and wreck,
And flame where our guns with their thunder grow warm,
"Neath the blood on the slippery deck.
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Then up with our flag, let it stream on the air,
Though our fathers are cold in their graves;
They had hands that could strike, they had souls that could
dare,
And their sons were not born to be slaves.
Up, up with our banner where’er it may call,
Our millions shall rally around,
A nation of freemen that moment shall fall,
When its stars shall be trailed on the ground.

 

The Hills of New England.

The hills of New England, how proudly they rise,

In their wildness of grandeur to blend with the skies,
With their far azure outline, and tall, ancient trees,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

The vales of New England, that cradle her streams,
And smile in their beauty like land in our dreams;
All sunny with beauty, embosomed in ease.

New England, my country, I love thee for these.

The woods of New England, still verdant and high,
Though rocked by the tempest of ages gone by;
Romance dims their arches, and speaks in the breeze,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

The streams of New England, that roar as they go,
Or seem in their wildness but dreaming to flow;

Oh! bright gilds the sunbeam their march to the seas,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

The homes of New England, frec, fortuned, and fair;
Oh, many a heart treasures its seraphim there,

E’en more than thy mountains or streamlets they please,
New England, my country, I love thee for these.

God shield thee, New England, dear land of my birth,
And thy children that wander afar on the earth;
Thou stillart my country, where’er T am cast——_
Take thou to thy bosom my ashes at last.

 
   

   

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THE, CENTENNIAL SONGSTER..

Battle of Bunker Hill.

It was on the seventeenth, by break of day,
The Yankees did surprise us,

With their strong works they had thrown up,
To burn the: town and drive us:

But soon we had an order come,
An order to defeat them;
Like rebels stout they stood it out,
And thought we ne’er could beat them.

About the hour of twelve that day,
An order came for marching,

With: three good flints, and sixty rounds,
Each man hoped to discharge them.

We marclied down to the Long Wharf,
Where boats were ready waiting;
With expedition we embarked,
Our ships. kept cannonading.

And when our boats: all filled were,
With officers and soldiers,

With as good troops as England had,
To oppose who dare contro] us?

And when our boats all filled were,
We rowed in line of battle,

Where showers of ball like hail did fly
Our cannon loud did ratte.

There was Copps’ Hill battery, near Charlestown,
Our twenty-fours they played;
And the three frigates in the stream,

That very well behaved.

The Glasgow frigate cleared the shore,
All at the time of landing,

With her grape-shot and cannon balls,
No Yankees e’er could stand them.

And when we landed on the shore;
We drawed up all together;

The Yankees they all manned. their works

And thought we’d ne’er come. thither.
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But sovn they did perceive brave Howé,
Brave Howe, our bold commander;
With grenadiers, and infantry,
We made them to surrender.

Brave William Howe, on our right wing,
Cried, ‘‘ Boys, fight on like thunder;
You soon will see the rebels flee,
With great amaze and wonder.”

Now some lay bleeding on the ground,
And some fell fast a-running

O’er hills and, dales, and mouniains high,
Crying, ‘‘Zounds! brave Howe’s a-coming.”

Brave Howe is so considerate,
As to guard against all dangers;
He allowed:each half a gill this day;
To rum we were no strangers.

They began to play on our left wing,
Where Pigot he commanded;

But we returned it back again,
With courage most undaunted:

To our grape-shot and musket-balls,
To which they were but strangers, —
They thought to come with sword in hand,
But soon they found their danger.

And when their works we got into,
And put them to the flight, sir;

They peppered us, poor British elves,
And showed us they could fight, sir.

And when their. works we. got into,
With some hard knocks and danger,
Their works we found both firm and strong,
Too strong for British rangers.

But as for our artillery,
They gave all way and run,
For while their ammunition held,
They gave us Yankee fun.

 
  

 

 

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But our commander he got broke
For his misconduct, sure, sir;

The shot he sent for twelve-pound guns
Were made for twenty-fours, sir.

There’s some in Boston pleased to say,
As we the field were taking,

We went to kill their countrymen,
While they their hay were making.

For such stout whigs I never saw,
To hang them all Pd rather;

By making hay with musket-balls,
Lord Howe cursedly did bother.

Bad luck to him by land and sea,
For he’s despised by many;

The name of Bunker Hill he dreads,
Where he was flogged most plainly.

And now my song is at an end;
And to conclude my ditty,

*Tis only Britons ignorant
That I most sincerely pity.

As for our king and William Howe,
And General Gage, if they’re taken,

The Yankees will hang their heads up high,
On that fire hill, called Beacon.

A National Song.

God of the Free! to Thee we look,
As looked our sires in days of old,
When on. Thy breath invoked by prayer,
Their banner for the Right unrolled.

That glorious banner still is ours;
Our falchions like their own shall start,
‘When Freedom's sent’nel-trum pet calls,
To find the impious tyrant’s heart.
Their sacred homesteads still we own,
And still the wave of Plymouth rolls
The hymn of Justice, Labor, Right,
And blest Religion in eur souls,

  
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Their mighty mission was not left
By them in vain for us, for we,
Heirs of a continent, and yet
Subduing mountain, vale, and sea.
How proudly on our march we go,
With Washington’s own flag unfurled;
The biood of all the world is here,
And he who strikes us, strikes the world!

Then wave thine oaken bough, oh, North!
Oh, South! exulting lift thy palms;
And in our Union’s heritage
Together sing the Nation’s psalms.

 

Unfurl the Glorious Banner.

Unfurl the glorious banner, let it sway upon the breeze,

The emblem of our country’s pride, on land and on the seas,

The emblem of our liberty, borne proudly in the wars,

The hope of every freeman, the gleaming stripes and stars.

CHORUS.

Then unfurl the glorious banner out upon the welcoming air,

Read the record of the olden time upon its radiance there;

In the battle it shall lead us, and our banner ever be,

A beacon-light to glory, and a guide to victory.

The glorious band of patriots who gave the flag its birth,

Have writ with steel in history, the record of its-worth;

From east to west, from sea to sea, from pole to tropic sun,

Will eyes grow bright, and hearts throb high at the name of
Washington. (CHORUS. )

Ah! proudly should we bear it, and guard this flag of ours,
Borne bravely in its infancy amid the darker hours;

Only the brave may bear it, a guardian it shall be

For those who well have won the right to boast of liberty.

The meteor flag of seventy-six, long may it wave in pride, *

To tell the world how nobly the patriot fathers died:

When from the shadows of their night outburst the brilliant
sun,

It bathed in light the stripes and stars, and lo! the field was
won.

 
    

   

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The Yankee Volunteer.
The days of seventy-six, my boys,
We ever must revere,
Our fathers took their muskets then,
To fight for freedom dear.
Upon the plains of Lexington,
They made the foe look queer.
CHORUS,
Oh, ’tis great delight to march and fight,
As a Yankee Volunteer.
SrpokEN—Ready! aim! fire!
Then next on famous Bunker’s hill,
Our standard they did rear;
*T was there our. gallant Warren fell,
I tell it with a tear;
But for their victory that day,
The foe did pay full dear. (CHORUS. )
Through snow and ice, at Trenton, boys,
They crossed the Delaware;
Led by immortal Washington,
No danger did they fear;
They gave the foe a drubbing, boys,
Then back to town did steer. (CHoRus.)
At Saratoga next, my boys,
Burgoyne they beat severe;
And at the siege of Yorktown,
They gained their cause so dear;
Cornwallis then gave up his sword,
While Freedom’s son’s did cheer. (CHo.)

And should a foeman’e’er again
Upon our coast appear,
There’s hearts around me brave and true,
Who'd quickly volunteer,
To drive invaders from the soil,
Columbia’s sons hold dear,
CHORUS.
Oh, they’d each delight to march and fight,
Like Yankee Volunteers.
Srpoken—Ready! aim! fire!
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The Song of 1876.

BY BAYARD TAYLOR,

Waken, voice of the Land’s Devotion!
Spirit of freedom, awaken all!
Ring, ye shores, to the Song of Ocean,
Rivers, answer, and mountains, call!
The golden day has come;
Let every tongue be dumb,
That sounded its malice or murmured its fears;
She hath won her story;
She wears her glory;
We crown her the Land ofa Hundred Years!

Out of darkness and toil and danger
Into the light of Victory’s day,
Help to the weak, and home to the stranger,
Freedom to all, she hath held her way.
Now Europe’s orphans rest
Upon her mother-breast;
The voices of Nations are heard in the cheers
That shall cast upon her
New love and honor,
And crown her the Queen of a Hundred Years!

North and South, we are met as brothers;
East and West we are wedded as one!
Right of each shall secure our mother’s;
Child of each is her faithful son!
We give Thee heart and hand,
Our glorious native Land.
For battle has tried thee and time endears;
We will write thy story,
And keep thy glory
As pure as of old for a Thousand Years!

God Save America.

God save America! Home of the free!

Land where to heaven alone man bows the knee;
Land where the wanderer proudly may toil;
Land where the freeman dwells lord of the soil.

 
 

  

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Hark! the loud anthem of liberty thrills
Out from her woodlands and over her hills:
(CHorvs.) © Swords shall not sever
Freedom’s communion;
Now and forever,
God save the Union!
God save America! Bounteous and blest;
Nations their nourishment draw from her breast; ,
And as from prairie-land springs the ripe corn,
Up from her fruitfulness empires are born.
While the loud chorus of liberty swells
Over her mountains and out from her dells: (CHo.)
God save America! Queen-like she shines,
Sceptered with rivers and jeweled with mines;
Robed in her merchandries, zoned with her ships;
All the world welcoming smiles from her lips.
While the sweet anthem of liberty thrills
Out from her woodlands and over her hills: _(C#0.)
God save America! Land of our love!
Grandly her banner-stars shine from above;
Waving o’er mountain-tops, flashing from spars:
God save America! God save her stars!
While the loud chorus of liberty swells
Over her mountains and up from her dells: (CHo.)

Columbia Rules the Sea.

Oopied by permission of Firrn, Pony & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broad
way, N. Y., owners of the copyright.

The pennon flutters in the breeze,
The anchor comes a-peak,

Let fall, sheet home, the briny foam,
And ocean’s wave we seek;

The booming gun speaks our adieu,
Fast fades our native shore,

Columbia free shall rule the sea
Britannia ruled of yore.

We go the tempest’s wrath to dare,
The billows’ maddened play.

Now climbing high against the sky,

Now rolling lew away;

 

  
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While Yankee oak bears Yankee hearts;
Courageous to the core,

Columbia free shall rule the sea
Britannia ruled of yore.

We'll bear her flag around the world,
In thunder and in flame,

The sea-girt isles a wreath of smiles
Shall form around her name;

The wind shall pipe her pseans loud,
The billowy chorus roar,

Columbia free shall rule the sea
Britannia ruled of yore.

Seventy-Six.
A CENTENNIAL SONG, BY A. MORSE.
"Tis seventy-six—'tis seventy-six!—
We greet the rising morn—
We hail the Grand Centennial—
We brave both wind and storm.
Our country’s flag still floats aloft,
In bold majestic pride:
Our ‘‘ boys ” the Nation’s signet wear—
Our ships the Ocean ride.

One hundred years they say are fled-—
One hundred years to-day,

Since first the year of life began,
That marks our Natal Day.

Through storm and sleet, through sleet and storm,
The Nation’s warriors pressed;

Her statesmen ne’er a face turned back,
Nor yet a foe caressed.

Long may our Nation’s banner wave
O’er land and ocean wide,

No crouching slave now bites the dust,
No ‘ black-ship ” stems the tide.

Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice!
Raise now your voices high,

And sing hosannas loud and long,
Til) they shall rend the sky.

 
  

 

THE CENTENS.A, SONGSTER.

Triumphantly the Morning Dawnea:.

Copted by permis ion'of O. Ditson & Co. Music: Publishers, 277 Washing~
ton St., Boston, Mass. C. H. Ditson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York,

 

J. E. Dirson & Co., Philadelphia, Pa.

Triumphantly the morning dawned,
One hundred years ago’,
To seal a proud deliverance
From an oppressive foe,
Gilad shouts in air were ringing loud,
And joy filled every heart,
For hands’ had fought and hearts had borne,
Each one its heavy part.
Hands unaccustomed to the pen,
That Independence day,
Wrote: names to show they’d reached.the goal,
To which.they’d fought their. way.

CHORUS.

Victorious way!
All glorious day!
One hundred: years ago.

Brave hands! to them and Washington,
We sing best praises yet,

Though suns to make a century,
Have risen, glowed, and set,

Our freedom still our glory is,
No land like ours can boast;

We are the sons of heroes great,
Whose fame can ne’er be lost.

Hail to our flag so glorious!
May’ we who guard it now;

Keep hearts as’ true as’ those that beat,
One hundred years ago.

CHORUS.

Those hearts: beat strong,
Thosé hearts) beat true,
One hundred: years ago.

  
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Song of “1876,”
COPIED BY PERMISSION OF M. J. M’GLYNN.

J. E. Dirson & Co., Music. Publishers, Philadelphia, Pa. O. Ditson & ©
Co., Boston, Mass. C. H. Dirson'& Co., New York.

Tis the Centennial: year,
A goodly time for cheer.
America now welcomes every nation,
For our flag it is unfurled
In. friendship.to the world,
And a beacon to the down-trod of creation.
CHORUS.
For the battle has been won
By our glorious Washington,
In whose name we feel a glowing exultation,
And the stars and stripes shall be
The emblem of the free,
And the pride of every coming generation.
In-our Centennial year,
We'll all be of good cheer,
And stretch a friendly hand to every nation,
Who may send across the sea
To our home of liberty,
To which the exile looks in expectation, (CHo.)

The Army and the Navy.

Though war no more with gory hand
Spreads, gloom and terror round,
Be not forgot the gallant band
That all our eagles crowned:
And while the glass. you. gayly pass,
Where mirth and music charm ye,
Oh, let the toast be Honor’s boast—
‘The Army and the Navy!
The Navy and the Army!”
Oh, let the toast, ete.
Our sailors on the mountain. wave,
Our soldiers on the field,
With honor fight, humanely. save.
But never basely ‘yield.

 

 

 
  

 

 

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

Then while the glass you gayly pass,
This welcome tribute levy,
A bumper toast to Honor’s boast,
‘““The Army and the Navy!
The Navy and the Army!”
Oh, let the toast, etc.

Hail to the Chief.
BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Hail to the chief who in triumph advances!
Honored and blest be the evergreen pine!
Long may the tree in his banner that glances, aaa
F"ourish the shelter and grace of our line!
TWeaven send it happy dew,
Earth lend it sap anew,
Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow,
While every highland glen
Sends the shout back again,
Roderigh Vich Alpin, dhu, ho! iero!
Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin,
And Bannachar's groans to the slogan replied;
Glen Duss and Ross-dhu, they are smoking in ruin,
And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side;
Widow and Saxon maid
Long shall lament our raid,
‘Think of Clan Alpin with fear and with woe;
Lennox and Leven-glen
Shake when they hear again,
Roderigh Vich Alpin, dhu, ho! iero!
Row, vassals, row for the pride of the highlands!
Stretch to your oars for the evergreen pine,
Oh, that the rose-bud that graces your islands, at
Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine!
Oh, that some seedling gem,
Worthy such noble stem,
Honored.and biest in the shadow might grow!
Loud should Clan Alpin then
Ring from her deepest glen,
Roderigh Vich Alpin, dhu, ho! iero!

 

  
    
 
 
 
   
  
   
  
   
  
   
  
   
  
   
   
   
     

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

“Uncle Sam’s a Hundred.”

Oh, ye Powers! what a roar.
Such was never heard before—
‘ Thundering from shore to shore:
** Uncle Sam’s a hundred!”

Cannon boom and trumpets bray,
Fiddles squeak and fountains play—
Tis his great Centennial day—

‘‘ Uncle Sam’s a hundred!”

34 Stalwart men and puny boys,
Maids and matrons swell the noise,
Every baby lifts its voice:
“Uncle Sam’s a hundred!”

Nervous folks who dote on quiet,

Though they’re half distracted by it,

Can’t help mixing in the riot:
**Uncle Sam’s a hundred!”

Brutes that walk and birds that fly,
On the earth or in the sky,
Join the universal cry:

‘** Uncle Sam’s a hundred!”

Well, suppose he is—what then!

Don’t let’s act like crazy men.

Must we take to fooling when
“Uncle Sam’s a hundred!”

There he stands—-our modern Saul—
Head and shoulders above all;
Yet, ‘‘ Pride goes before a fall,”

E’en though one’s a hundred.

** What’s a hundred in our day?”
Foreign Uncle Sams will say;

“Let us sit and watch and play—

He is but a hundred.
 
   

   

THE. CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

** Granted he’s a shapely youth—
Fair and ruddy—yet forsooth!
He’s too young—and that’s the truth!
Only just a hundred.

‘*' When he’s twice as old, pardie!
"Twill be easier to foresee
What will be his destiny.

Now he’s but a hundred.

** When he’s played his boyish pranks
Should he seek to join our ranks
We'll reflect, But now—no thanks!

Why, he’s but a hundred!”

Yes, our uncle’s years are few;

He ¢s young—the charge is true;

Let: us keep the fact in view,
Though he counts a hundred.

Don’t let’s tempt him to ignore

Warnings that have gone before;

Perils both by sea and shore,
Now that he’s a hundred.

Let us strive with earnest heart ”
Each of us to do his part,
So that Ae may "scape the smart,

Seeing he’s a hundred.

And with solemn, grateful thought

Of the deeds that he has wrought,

Guided, cherished, favored, taught,
Till he’s reached a hundred.

Let us, as we vaunt his worth,
Mingle soberness with mirth,

While we shout to all the earth:
‘* Uncle Sam’s a hundred!’
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Little Major.

Copied by permission of Root & Cavy. Music Publishers, 95 Clark St.
Chicago, owners of the copyright,

At his post the ‘ Little Major ”
Dropped his drum that battle day;
On the grass, al] stained with crimson,
Through that battle night he lay,
Crying, ‘“‘ Oh, for love of Jesus,
Grant me but this little boon!
Can you, friend, refuse me water?
Can you, when I die so soon?”
Cuorus—Crying, ‘‘Oh, for love of Jesus,
Grant me but this little boon!
Can you, friend, refuse me water?
Can you, when I die so soon?”

There are none to hear or help him;
All his friends were early fled,
Save the forms, outstretched around him,
Of the dying and the dead.
Hush—they come! there falls a footstep!
How it makes his heart rejoice!
They will help, oh! they will save him,
When they hear his fainting voice. (CHo.)

Now the lights are flashing round him,
And he hears a loyal word;

Strangers they whose lips pronounce it,
Yet he trusts his voice is heard.

It is heard—oh, God, forgive them!
They refuse his dying prayer!

* Nothing but a wounded drummer,”

So they say, and leave him there. (CHorvs.)

See! the moon that shone above him,
Vails her face, as if in grief;
And the skies are sadly weeping,
Shedding tear-drops of relief.
Yet to die, by friends forsaken,
With his last request denied,
This he felt his keenest anguish,
When, at morn, he gasped and died. (Cwo.)

 
   

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

Our Grandfather’s Days.

Copied by permission of OttvER Ditson & Co., Music Publishers, 277

   

ashington St., Bostion, owners of the copyri: ht.

A song for to please all my kind friends before me,
I’ve been thinking of late a new subject to raise,
And one I have got, and I know it will please you—
I’m going to sing of our grandfathers’ days.
In our grandfathers’ days men were judged of by merit,
And those who were sound got their measure of praise,
But nowadays folks judge of men by their money,
That wasn’t the case in our grandfathers’ days.

In our grandfathers’ days they had no patent leathers,
Garrote choking collars, or no peg-top pants,
Young men didn’t go it with two-forty horses,
Or visit young ladies at night at a dance.
The boys didn’t then congregate on the corners,
To see the girls crossing, on wet, slushy days,
Nor the gals didn’t want a policeman to help them,
That wasn’t the case in our grandfathers’ days.

In our grandfathers’ days billiard-makers ne’er sported
Mustache on their lips or goatees on their chins,
Nor sixpenny barbers drive out in light wagons,
Nor did railroad conductors wear diamond pins.
The gals didn’t paint, stuff themselves up with cotton,
They didn’t wear hoops, patent bustles or stays,
Didn’t smoke cigarettes or drink sherry-cobblers,
That wasn’t the style in our grandfathers’ days.

In our grandfathers’ days when a man ran for office,
He did it alone for the national good,

And not for the dollars and cents he might. pocket,
That’s something which nowadays ain’t understood.

The government then was for wisdom selected,
Rebellion had not set the country ablaze,

But the people have sworn that the flag shall float over

The Union as ‘twas in our grandfathers’ days,
THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER. =~ 63

Hurrah for the White Red and Blue.

Hushed is the clamorous trumpet of war,

Hushed, hushed is the trumpet of war;

The soldier’s retired from the clangor of arms,

The drum rolls a peaceful hurrah.

*Tis cheering to think on the past,

*Tis cheering to think we've been true,

*Tis cheering to look on our stars and our stripes,

And gaze on our white, red and blue. -
Hurrah for the white, red and blue,
Hurrah for the white, red and blue,
Tis cheering to look on our stars and our stripes,
And gaze on our white, red and blue.

Here’s a sigh for the brave that are dead,
Here’s a sigh for the brave that are dead;
And who would not sigh for the glorious brave
That rest on a patriot bed?
*Tis glory, for country, to die,
*Tis glory that’s solid and true!
Tis glory to sleep ‘neath our stars and our stripes,
And die for our white, red and blue.
Hurrah for the white, red and blue,
Hurrah for the white, red and blue,
Tis glory to sleep "neath our stars and our stripes
And die for the white, red and blue.

Here’s freedom of thought and of deed,
Here’s freedom ‘in valley and plain;
The first song of freedom that rose on our hills
Our sea-shore re-echoed again.
’Tis good to love country and friends,
Tis good to be honest and true;
*Tis good to die shouting, on sea or on shore,
‘' Hurrah for the white, red and blue.”
Hurrah for the white, red and blue,
Hurrah fer the white, red and blue, ,
’Tis good to die shouting, on sea or on shore,
‘¢ Hurrah for the white, red and blue!”

 
   

   

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER,

The Yankee Girls.

Nor England’s daughters rosy cheeked,
Nor Scotia’s lasses fair,

Nor Erin’s blooming maidens can
With the Yankee girls compare;

Though what they tell us of their charms
All very true may be,

They'll not compare with Yankee girls,
The Yankee girls for me.

Let Byron, of Italian maids,
In glowing numbers sing,

And let the Turk his Georgian bride,
And black-eyed Houries bring;

Yet what they tell us of their charms,
All very true may be,

They'll not compare with Yankee girls,
The Yankee girls for me.

Their faultless forms! their peerless eyes,
As bright as morning dew,

Their cheeks so fair! their spirits light!
Their hearts so warm and true!

They’re chaste as fair, their minds unchained
In thought and action free,

There’s nothing like the Yankee girls,
The Yankee girls for me.

Unto Columbia’s daughters then,
We'll drain the goblet dry,

Naught.can the universe produce,
With Yankee girls to vie;

Oh! they’re the fairest of the fatr,
And ever may they be;

There’s nothing like the Yankee girls,

- The Yankee.girls for me.
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THE CENTENNIAL SCNABLER.

Independence Day.

Squeak the fife and beat the drum,
Independence Day is come;

Let the roasting pig be bled,
Quick, twist off the rooster’s head,
Quickly rub the pewter-platter,
Heap the nut-cakes, fried in butter;
Set the cups and beaker-glass,

‘The pumpkin and the apple-sauce.

Send the keg to shop for brandy;
Maple sugar we have handy.
Independent, staggering Dick,

A noggin mix of swinging thick;
Sal, put on your russet skirt,
Jonathan, get your boughten shirt;
To-day we dance to tiddle diddle—?
Here comes Sambo with his fiddle.

Sambo, take a dram of whisky,

And play us Yankee Doodle frisky;
Moll, come, leave your wicked tricks,
And let us have a reel of six;

Father and mother shall make two—
Sal, Moll, and I, stand all a row;
Sambo, play and dance with quality,
This is the day of blest equality.

Father and mother are but men,
And Sambo—is a citizen;

Come, foot it, Sal—Moll, figure in,
And mother, you dance up to him.
Now, saw as fast as ever you can do,
And father you cross o’er to Sambo;
Thus we dance, and thus we play,
On glorious Independence Day.

Rub more rosin on your bow,

And let us have another go.

Zounds! as sure as eggs and bacon,
Here’s Ensign Sneak, and uncle Deacun,

 
  

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER.

 

Aunt Thiah, and there’s Bets behind her,

On blundering mare, than beetle blinder,

And there’s the squire, too, with his lady,
Sal, hold the beast, I'll take the baby.

Moll, bring the squire our great arm-chair;

Good folks, we’re glad to see you here;

Jothan, get the great case bottle,

Your teeth can pull its corn-cob stopple.
Ensign—Deacon, never mind,

Squire, drink until you’re blind.

Thus we drink and dance away

This glorious Independence Day. e

The Flag of the Brave.

Our tars are the lords of the ocean,
Our champions on the blue brine,
And ’mid the fierce battle’s commotion
Our banner triumphant shall shine!
They'll win a proud mention in story,
When cannon loud boom o’er the wave;
They'll garland their banner with glory
In fight, ’neath the Flag of the Brave!

 

CHorvs—In fight ‘neath the Flag of the Brave!

In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave!
They'll garland their banner with glory,
In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave!

As long as a sail dots the ocean,
Or sea-breezes blow o’er the deep,
As long as the earth keeps in motion,
Our stars their lone vigils shall keep—
So long shall Columbia’s brave seamen
Be monarchs upon the salt wave:
Three cheers for the valor of freemen!
Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave

CHorvus—Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!

 

Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!
Three cheers for the valor of freemen’
Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!

  
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THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER, 67

The Star-Gemmed Flag.

Copied by permission of Frrru, Pond & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broad
way, New York, owners of the copyright.

Our fathers cleft the ocean wave,
The birthright of the free to save;
And when they hailed these western shores,
They claimed them as their own and ours,
And when a prince of foreign lands
His warriors poured upon our strands,
They spurned the lordlings from their fields,
And o’er their homes still held their shields.
Then wave the Flag, our Fathers’ Flag,
In memories of their bravery;
Then shout the Flag, our Fathers’ Flag,
The Star-gemmed Flag of brave hearts and the free,
CHORUS.
Run up the Flag, unfold the Flag,
Broad as the land, wide as the sea:
Then wave the Flag, then cheer the Flag,
The Star-gemmed Flag of brave hearts and the free.

Our mothers by our fathers stood,
As if, in war, they had been wooed;
Though fragile were their yielding forms,
While rolled the war-cloud and the storms.
And yet, heroic as their lords,
They cheered with smiles, with tears, with words,
But while they trembled at their homes,
They leaned on God whence victory comes.
Then shout the Flag, our Mothers’ Flag,
In memory of their well-spent lives;
Then wave the Flag, our Mothers’ Flag,
The Star-gemmed Flag of brave hearts and their wives,

Our Sisters, too, were bravely dear,

They gave their smiles, they wept their tear;
And rested in their mothers’ arms,

Or often woke to war's alarms.

But while their hearts in sorrows moved,
And wept the brothers that they loved,

 
 

THE CENTENNIAL SONGSTER,

They knew the strife was for the free,
Their Country and for Liberty.
Then hail the Flag, our Sisters’ Flag,
Its Stars and Stripes their zones shall be;
Then wave the Flag; our Sisters’ Flag,
The Star-gemmed Flag our Sisters’ zones shall be

A seven-years’ war was past and gone,

And many a heart was left forlorn;

But prouder o’er our Western shore,

Its Eagle-bird was seen to sdar;

And in his talons as he flies,

He bears our Flag of victories;

And ever shall that Banner be,

The hope, the shield, of Liberty.

Then shout the Flag, our Country’s Flag,
The Banner-Flag of Liberty;

Then wave the Flag, our UNton’s Flag,
The Star-gemmed Flag of brave.hearts and-the free

And on the land, and on the
Wherever roam her sons from ‘ee,
Our National Flag shall ope its fold,
The loved and honored of the world;
For right, not might shall be its claim,
As ‘“‘ Flag of Freedom ” is its name;
While Armies shall our emblem bear,
And Navies our proud bunting wear.
Then shout the Flag, our Army’s Flag,
The Flag of Right and Liberty;

Then hail the Flag, our Navy’s Flag,

The Star-gemmed Flag of brave hearts and the free.

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