NATIONAL 80NOI. �? 8ON0, Written by J. McCreery, and sung by a gentlema3l ol v Peterburg at a public ?ner. ?wz?" ?re? in Heav? " Saa ?at?, o? he?, ?t? to ? w?, ?o's d?ined to shine ? the ann?s of ?o?; A b?ght my of ?ct'? ? high on ? ?, ?c?cled h? brows by a h?o of glow. ? ?c's bleak shore, From t?e ?lent M?r, His bloody stained laurels in triuml? lm tom, V?here the crescent, which oft spread its terrors afar, 8ubmissive!? bowed to I?olumbia'l s?r. Algiers' haughty Dey, in the height of his pride, From American free?nen a tribute demanded; Columbia's brave freemen the tribute denied, And his eorsairs t? seize our bold tars w?re mande'd. Their streamers wage high, . But Decatur ?aws nigh, His name strikes l?e lightning--in terror titmy Thrice welcome our hero, returned from afar, Witere the proud crescent falls to Colmbiv.'s LA FA? Tuwr.---" .gu/d' Lang ?HO?D auld acquaintance b? forgot, And never brought to mind? The friend that's turn remember'd not, And day,s o' lang syne?- For auld lang syne, my dear, We never can forget, ? -Wtmn dangers pres?'d and foes drmw Our ? wu L?
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