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An Anonymous Worker

"Jefferson and Liberty" (karaoke)

"Jefferson and Liberty" (sheet music)


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.


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