Star Spangled History #4: "Adams and Liberty" (1798) 4/12

The most popular early American lyric to the Anacreontic melody with words by Thomas Paine (later known as "Robert Treat Paine, Jr.")
From the recital "Poets & Patriots: The 200th Birthday of 'The Star-Spangled Banner'" on Sunday, September 14, 2014 at the Harlan Hatcher Graduate Library. Jerry Blackstone, director, Mark Clague, narrator, Scott VanOrnum, piano.
Chorus includes: Sopranos Arianne Abela, Amy Petrongelli, and Leann Schuering; Altos Sarah Coit, Ashley Dixon and Kate Nadolny; Tenors Matt Abernathy, Noah Horn, Dan Kitzman, and Alexander Turpin; and Basses Mark Clague, Stephen Gusukuma, Luke Randall, and Glen Thomas Rideout

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I shall want to research and obtain/retain the words for my records.

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Ye sons of Columbia,
who bravely have fought
For those rights which unstained
from your sires have descended,
May you long taste the blessings
your valour has brought
And your sons reap the soil
which your fathers defended,
Mid the reign of mild peace
May your nation increase
With the glory of Rome
and the wisdom of Greece;
And ne'er may the sons
of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant,
or the sea rolls its waves.
In a clime whose rich values
feed the marts of the world
Whose shores are unshaken
by Europe's commotion
The trident of Commerce
should never be hurled,
To incense the legitimate
powers of the ocean.
But should pirates invade
Though in thunder arrayed,
Let your cannon declare
the free charter of Trade.
For ne'er may the sons
of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant,
or the sea rolls its waves.
While France her huge limbs
bathes recumbent in blood,
And society's base threats
with wide dissolution;
May Peace, like the dove
who returned from the flood,
Find an ark of abode
in our mild Constitution!
But though peace is our aim,
Yet the boon we disclaim
If bought by our Sovereignty,
Justice or Fame,
For ne'er may the sons
of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant,
or the sea rolls its waves.
Let our patriots destroy
Anarch's pestilent worm,
Lest our Liberty's growth
should be checked by corrosion.
Then let clouds thicken round us,
we heed not the storm,
Our realm fears no shock,
but the earth's own explosion.
Foes assail us in vain
Though their fleets bridge the main,
For our alters and laws
with our lives we'll maintain,
And ne'er may the sons
of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant,
or the sea rolls its waves.

[@elijahrygh2013]

The intro sounds like Mozart