Philip Phile - Hail, Columbia - текст песни (слова)

1. Hail, Columbia, happy Land!
 Hail, ye heroes, heav'n born band!
 Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause 
 And when the storm of war was gone 
 Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
 Let independence be our boast,
 Ever mindful what it cost;
 Ever grateful for the prize,
 Let its altar reach the skies.
 
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 Firm, unitted, let us be,
 Rallying round our liberty!
 As a band of brothers joined,
 Peace and safety we shall find. 
 
 2. Sound, sound the trump of fame! 
 Let Washington's great name 
 Ring thro' the world with loud applause! 
 Ring thro' the world with loud applause! 
 Let evr'y climb to Freedom dear, 
 Listen with a joyful ear; 
 With equal skill, with steady pow'r, 
 He governs in the fearful hour 
 Of horrid war of guides with ease 
 The happier times of honest peace 
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 3. Immortal patriots, rise once more! 
 Defend your rights, defend your shore; 
 Let no rude foe, which impious hand, 
 Let no rude foe with impious hand, 
 Invade the shrine where sacred lies, 
 Of toil and blood the well-earned prize. 
 While off'ring peace, sincere and just, 
 In heav'n we place a manly trust,
  That truth and justice shall prevail, 
 And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail. 
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 4. Behold the chief, who now commands, 
 Once more to serve his country stands; 
 The rock on which the storm will beat! 
 The rock on which the storm will beat! 
 But armed in virtue firm and true, 
 His hopes are fixed on heav'n and you. 
 When hope was sinking in dismay, 
 When gloom obscured Columbia's day, 
 His steady mind, from changes free, 
 Resolved on death or liberty. 
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