Birth-day song of liberty :: :: University of Virginia Library

Let us sing of those Fifty-six souls, now Immortals,
Who signed Magna Charta that Fourth of July,
Who now look down from Heaven through the crystalline Portals
On the deeds left behind them that never can die.
Let us sing how we penned old John Bull in the Cowpens,
When he broke over all rushing down to the sea,
In that Huguenot Land where the Palmetto bough bends,
In the Land of the Beautiful, the Land of the Free.
We will sing of those Heroes who made this day glorious—
Of the Patriots who dwell where no eye now can see,
But who look down from Heaven on the Land now victorious,
And rejoice with the Beautiful, the Sons of the Free.
Strike—strike the bold harp! &c.