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COLUMBIA RULES THE SEA.
The pennon flutters in the breeze,
The anchor comes a-peak;
Let fall!—sheet home!—the briny foam
And ocean's waste we seek.
The booming gun speaks our adieu;
Fast fades our native shore;—
Columbia free shall rule the sea,
Britannia ruled of yore!
The anchor comes a-peak;
Let fall!—sheet home!—the briny foam
And ocean's waste 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 low away!
While Yankee oak bears Yankee hearts
Courageous to the core,
Columbia free shall rule the sea
Britannia ruled of yore.
The billows' maddened play;
Now climbing high against the sky,
Now rolling low away!
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;
From pole to pole sublimely roll
The music of her name.
The winds shall pipe her peans loud,
The billows chorus roar;—
Columbia free shall rule the sea
Britannia ruled of yore.
In thunder and in flame;
From pole to pole sublimely roll
The music of her name.
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The billows chorus roar;—
Columbia free shall rule the sea
Britannia ruled of yore.
Is there a haughty foe on earth
Would treat her with disdain?—
'T were better far that nation were
Whelmed in the mighty main!
Should War her demon dogs unchain,
Or Peace her plenty pour,
Columbia free shall rule the sea
Britannia ruled of yore.
Would treat her with disdain?—
'T were better far that nation were
Whelmed in the mighty main!
Should War her demon dogs unchain,
Or Peace her plenty pour,
Columbia free shall rule the sea
Britannia ruled of yore.
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