[This poem first appeared in the newspapers in 1774, and was ascribed to Joseph Warren.—Editor.]
Thatseat of Science, Athens,And earth's proud mistress, Rome;Where now are all their glories?We scarce can find a tomb.Then guard your rights, Americans,Nor stoop to lawless sway;Oppose, oppose, oppose, oppose,For North America.We led fair Freedom hither,And lo, the desert smiled!A paradise of pleasureWas opened in the wild!Your harvest, bold Americans,No power shall snatch away!Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,For free America.Torn from a world of tyrants,Beneath this western sky,We formed a new dominion,A land of liberty:The world shall own we're masters here;Then hasten on the day:Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,For free America.Proud Albion bowed to Cæsar,And numerous lords before;To Picts, to Danes, to Normans,And many masters more:But we can boast, Americans,We've never fallen a prey;Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,For free America.God bless this maiden climate,And through its vast domainMay hosts of heroes cluster,Who scorn to wear a chain:And blast the venal sycophantThat dares our rights betray;Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,For free America.Lift up your hands, ye heroes,And swear with proud disdain,The wretch that would ensnare you,Shall lay his snares in vain:Should Europe empty all her force,We'll meet her in array,And fight and shout, and shout and fightFor North America.Some future day shall crown us,The masters of the main,Our fleets shall speak in thunderTo England, France, and Spain;And the nations over the ocean spreadShall tremble and obeyThe sons, the sons, the sons, the sons,Of brave America.
Thatseat of Science, Athens,And earth's proud mistress, Rome;Where now are all their glories?We scarce can find a tomb.Then guard your rights, Americans,Nor stoop to lawless sway;Oppose, oppose, oppose, oppose,For North America.
We led fair Freedom hither,And lo, the desert smiled!A paradise of pleasureWas opened in the wild!Your harvest, bold Americans,No power shall snatch away!Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,For free America.
Torn from a world of tyrants,Beneath this western sky,We formed a new dominion,A land of liberty:The world shall own we're masters here;Then hasten on the day:Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,For free America.
Proud Albion bowed to Cæsar,And numerous lords before;To Picts, to Danes, to Normans,And many masters more:But we can boast, Americans,We've never fallen a prey;Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,For free America.
God bless this maiden climate,And through its vast domainMay hosts of heroes cluster,Who scorn to wear a chain:And blast the venal sycophantThat dares our rights betray;Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,For free America.
Lift up your hands, ye heroes,And swear with proud disdain,The wretch that would ensnare you,Shall lay his snares in vain:Should Europe empty all her force,We'll meet her in array,And fight and shout, and shout and fightFor North America.
Some future day shall crown us,The masters of the main,Our fleets shall speak in thunderTo England, France, and Spain;And the nations over the ocean spreadShall tremble and obeyThe sons, the sons, the sons, the sons,Of brave America.