BIRTH DAY OF FREEDOM

Song
F. Yaniewicz
Mr. C. Harford
The Library of Congress copy has the top half of page 1 missing, but it affects only the music, not the words. See “The Battle of Derne” for an alternate title to this song.

Let the Sons of Columbia with triumph proclaim,
That the day ever sacred shall be,
When our Forefathers rous’d to break tyranny’s chain,
And declar’d they were born to be free,
Shall the Land that gave birth to a WASHINGTON fear
Tho millions in Arms should oppose,
No! those rights we’ll defend by their Conquest made dear,
And destruction send back on its Foes.

As on Derne’s wild plain, where the fierce Savage host
Fled before us with terror dismay’d;
Whilst with Wars [sic] dreadful thunder we ravaged their Coast,
And full tribute to Victory paid;
See Liberty’s Banner by EATON unfurl’d
On their Walls, where our Hero Commands,
From whose high rampart Towers, just vengeance be hurl’d
And his Countrymens [sic] freedom demands.

As the proud swelling wave o’er its bosom shall bear
To our Shores the poor Exile distress’d,
See the arms of our Country a welcome prepare,
And each sorrow dispel from his breast;
Let those blessings to gain which, with Valor we fought,
To the Sons of oppression extend,
Who on seeking our Shores, will by precept be taught,
Equal rights to respect and defend.

Libya
BIRTH DAY OF FREEDOM