“Jefferson and Liberty” Sheet Music (pdf).
“Jefferson and Liberty” Karaoke (midi with lyrics).
Lyrics: Anonymous.
Tune: Anonymous.
The gloomy night before us flies;
The reign of terror now is o’er;
Its gags, inquisitors, and spies,
Its herds of harpies are no more.
Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice;
To tyrants never bend the knee;
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and liberty.
No lordling here with gorging jaws
Shall wring from industry the food;
Nor fiery bigot’s holy laws
Lay waste our fields and streets in blood.
Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice;
To tyrants never bend the knee;
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and liberty.
Here strangers from a thousand shores
Compelled by tyranny to roam
Shall find amidst abundant stores
A nobler and happier home.
Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice;
To tyrants never bend the knee;
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and liberty.
Here Art shall lift Her laurelled head;
Wealth, Industry and Peace, divine;
And where dark pathless forests spread
Rich fields and lofty cities shine.
Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice;
To tyrants never bend the knee;
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and liberty.
From Europe’s wants and woes remote,
A friendly waste of waves between,
Here plenty cheers the humblest cot
And smiles on every village green.
Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice;
To tyrants never bend the knee;
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and liberty.
Here free as air expanded space;
To every soul and sect shall be
That sacred privilege of our race:
The worship of the Deity.
Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice;
To tyrants never bend the knee;
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and liberty.
Let foes to freedom dread the name;
But should they touch the sacred tree,
Twice fifty thousand swords would flame
For Jefferson and liberty.
Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice;
To tyrants never bend the knee;
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and liberty.
From Georgia to Lake Champlain,
From seas to Mississippi’s shore,
Ye sons of freedom loud proclaim:
“The reign of terror is no more.”
Rejoice, Columbia’s sons, rejoice;
To tyrants never bend the knee;
But join with heart and soul and voice
For Jefferson and liberty.