Classic Poem

Tune " Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled "
Shout for those whose course is done, —
Bow you to their setting sun,
— Souls of patriots who won
Noble Liberty.

Fell Brittania's tyrant power
Quailed in combats fearful hour;
Lowly did the Lion cower
To their victory.

Stars of Freedom's spangled banner!
Burst ye forth in loud hosanne,
While the morning breezes fan her
Passing cheerfully.

Celebrate with song today,
Feats of eras far away
Ruin to the British sway
O'er Columbia