The spirits of Washington, Warren, Montgomery,
Look down from the clouds with bright aspect serene.
Come, soldiers, a tear and a toast to their mem'ry,
Rejoicing they'll see us as they once have been.
To us the high boon, by the gods have been granted,
Te spread the glad tidings of liberty far.
Let millions invade us, we'll meet them undaunted,
and conquer or die by the American Star.