My Country Tis of Thee and God Save the Queen have very interesting (if you are a history nerd) wikipedia pages. I was thinking about the two songs as I heard an instrumental it and thought how it's funny that one country thinks one set of lyrics while another thinks a completely different set.
The whole bottom section from the Hingham Antislavery Society (yes, THAT Hingham, the snobby one) created these extra verses during the abolitionist movement. I didn't know you were allowed to be "edgy" if you lived in Hingham, but I guess you could back in Antebellum Hingham...
The whole bottom section from the Hingham Antislavery Society (yes, THAT Hingham, the snobby one) created these extra verses during the abolitionist movement. I didn't know you were allowed to be "edgy" if you lived in Hingham, but I guess you could back in Antebellum Hingham...
Additional Abolitionist Lyrics 1843 A. G. Duncan Jarius Lincoln, [ed.] Antislavery Melodies: for The Friends of Freedom. Prepared for The Hingham Antislavery Society. Words by A. G. Duncan. (Hingham, [Mass.]: Elijah B. Gill, 1843), Hymn 17 6s & 4s (Tune – America.) pages 28–29. Some of these verses can be heard in the Arizona State University recording of the Antislavery Ensemble.
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- My country,' tis of thee,
- Stronghold of slavery, of thee I sing;
- Land where my fathers died,
- Where men man’s rights deride,
- From every mountainside thy deeds shall ring!
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- My native country, thee,
- Where all men are born free, if white’s their skin;
- I love thy hills and dales,
- Thy mounts and pleasant vales;
- But hate thy negro sales, as foulest sin.
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- Let wailing swell the breeze,
- And ring from all the trees the black man’s wrong;
- Let every tongue awake;
- Let bond and free partake;
- Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.
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- Our father’s God! to thee,
- Author of Liberty, to thee we sing;
- Soon may our land be bright,
- With holy freedom’s right,
- Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King.
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- It comes, the joyful day,
- When tyranny’s proud sway, stern as the grave,
- Shall to the ground be hurl’d,
- And freedom’s flag, unfurl’d,
- Shall wave throughout the world, O’er every slave.
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- Trump of glad jubilee!
- Echo o’er land and sea freedom for all.
- Let the glad tidings fly,
- And every tribe reply,
- “Glory to God on high,” at Slavery’s fall.