COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN. 



SONGS OF LONG AGO. 



I. 



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. 



CHORUS : 



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. 



II. 



When war wing'd its wide desolation, And threaten'd the land to deform, 

 The ark then of freedom's foundation, Columbia rode safe thro' the storm; 

 With the garlands of vict'ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, 

 With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue. 



CHORUS : 



The boast of the red, white and blue, The boast of the red, white and blue, 

 With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue. 



III. 



The star-spangled banner bring hither, O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave ; 

 May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave. 

 May the service united ne'er sever, But hold to their colors so true, 

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



CHORUS : 



Three cheers for the red, white and blue, Three cheers for the red, white and blue, 

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



AMERICA. 



SONGS OF LONG AGO. 



I. 



My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; 

 Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, 

 From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring. 



II. 



My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; 

 I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; 

 My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. 



III. 



Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: 

 Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, 

 Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. 



IV. 



Our father's God to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing; 

 Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; 

 Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King. 



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