Composed by SILAS BALLOU, Richmond, New Hampshire.

OLD England forty years ago,
When we were young and slender,
She aim'd at us a mortal blow,
But God was our defender.
Jehovah saw her horrid plan,
Great Washington he gave us,
His holiness inspir'd the man,
With power and skill to save us.
She sent her fleets and armies o'er,
To ravage, kili and plunder,
Our heroes met them on the shore,
And beat them back with thunder.
Our independence they confess'd,
And with their hands they sign'd it,
But on their hearts 'twas ne'er impress'd
For there I ne'er could find it.
Ever since that time they have been still
Our liberties invading,
We bore it, and forbore until
Forbearance was degrading.
Regardless of the sailor's right,
Impress'd our native seamen;
Made them against their country fight,
And thus enslav'd our freeman,
Great Madison besought the foe,
He mildly did implore them,
To let the suff'ring captive go,
But they would not restore them.
Our commerce too they did invade,
Our ships they search'd and seized,
Declaring also we should trade,
With none but whom they pleased.
Thus Madison in thunder spake,
We've power and we must use it,
Our freedom surely lies at stake,
And we must fight or lose it.
We'll make Old England's children know
We are the brave descendants,
Of those who flogg'd theirs fathers so,
And gain'd our independence.
Our soldier's and our seamen too,
We've put in warlike motion,
Strait to the field our soldiers flew,
Our seamen to the ocean.
They met their foes on tow'ring waves,
With courage, skill and splendor;
They sunk them down to wat'ry grave,
Or forc'd them to surrender.
Decatur, Hull, and Bainbridge dear,
Did wonders in our navy;
Brave captain Hull sunk the Guerriere,
And Bainbridge sunk the Java,
Decatur took a ship of fame,
High on the waving water;
The Macedonian was her name,
And home in triumph brought her.

Perry with flag sails unfurl'd
Met on Lake Erie,
At him his matchless thunders hurl'd,
Till Barclay grew quite weary.
He gain'd the vic'try and renown,
He work'd him up so neatly,
He broeght Old England's banners down
And swept the Lake completely.
Proud Downie fell on Lake Champlain,
By fortune quite forsaken;
He was by bold Macdonough slain,
And all his fleet were taken.
Whene'er they met Columbia's sons,
On Lakes or larger waters,
They sunk beneath her thund'ring guns,
Or humbly cry'd for quarters.
When Prevost saw he'd lost his fleet,
He gave out special [or ]ders,
For his whole army to retreat,
And leave the yankee borders,
Through dreary wilds o'er bog and fen,
The luckless gen'ral blund'red.
He fled with fifteen thousand men,
From Macomb's fifteen hundred.
Let William Hull be counted null,
And let him not be named,
Upon the rolls of valiant souls,
Of him we are ashamed
For his campaign was worse than vain,
A coward and a traitor,
For paltry gold his army sold,
To Brock the speculator.
When Proctor found brave Harrison,
Had landed on his region,
Away the tim'rous creature run
With all his savage legions.
But overtaken were, and most
of them were kill'd and taken,
But Proctor soon forsook his post.
And fled so save his bacon.
At little York beneath the guns,
Of Chauncey, Dearborn landed,
And quickly made Old England's sons,
Resign what he demanded,
From George's fort to Erie's beach,
Our savage foes were beaten,
Their naked bones were left to bleach,
When wolves their flesh had eaten.
How often Brown made Drummond fly,
From scenes of desolation,
The terror of his noble eye,
Struck him with consternation.
Brave Miller, Ripley, Gaines and Scot,
At Erie and Bridgewater,
At Chippewa in battles hot,
Their bravest foes did slaughter.

At Washington their horrid crimes,
Must tarnish British glory,
Children must blush in future times,
To read this shameful story;
They burnt the volumes which compris'd
The best of information,
Their barb'rous deeds will be despis'd,
By ev'ry christian nation.
At Baltimore a deadly blow,
The sons of mischief aimed,
The sons of freedom met their foe,
And vict'ry justly claimed,
Amidst their ranks our thunder burst,
Many were kill'd and wounded,
Their chief commander bit the dust,
And all their schemes confounded.
What wonders did brave Jackson do,
When aided by kind heaven.
Their leader and four thousand slew,
And lost but only seven
Some interposing Angel's hand,
Repell'd their vile intrusion,
The remnant of their broken band,
They fled in sad confusion.
They pass'd thro' numerons trying scenes
In most of them defeated;
Their grand defeat at new Orleans,
The bloody scene completed.
Soon after this sweet peace arriv'd,
Our armies were disbanded,
Our scatter'd foes who had survived,
The war were home commanded,
What has our infant country gain'd,
By fighting that old nation.
Our liberties we have maintain'd
And rais'd our reputation,
We've gain'd the freedom of the seas,
Our seamen are released,
Our mariners trade where they please,
Impressments too have ceased.
Now in ourselves we can confide,
Abroad we are respected,
We've check'd the rage of British pride,
Their haughtiness corrected.
First to the God of boundless pow'r,
Be thanks and adoration,
Next Madison the wond'rous flower,
And jewel of our nation.
Next Congress does our thanks demand,
To them our thanks we tender
Our heroes next by sea and land,
To them our thanks we render.
Let us be just, in union live,
Then who will dare invade us,
If any shou'd ou [r] God will give
His angels charge to aid us.

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