(July 28, 2016): Oscar Brand – For Jefferson and Liberty

From the 1999 album, Presidential Campaign Songs 1789-1996.  Getting into the swing of things with the Conventions, here is a very old “campaign song” with continuing relevance song by folk legend Oscar Brand.  Schoening and Kasper provide backgound on this tune in the book, Don’t Stop Thinking About the Music: The Politics of Songs and Musicians in Presidential Campaigns 37 (2012).

One of the more notable songs of this type is “Jefferson and Liberty,” which, like “Adams and Liberty ,” was also written by Robert Treat Paine Jr.  The song’s title gives reference to the previous rendition of Paine ‘s “Adams and Liberty.”  This could be viewed as a jab at Adams, who came in third in the election, thus losing both the presidency and the vice presidency.  It could also be a reflection of Paine ‘s loss of support for Adams (interestingly, Paine’s father. Robe1t Treat Paine, signed the Declaration of Independence with both Adams and Jefferson). The song was set to the tune of “Gobby-0,” an old Irish tune popular at the time.

Verse 1: 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! (Chorus)

Chorus: Rejoice! Columbia’s sons, rejoice! To tyrants never bend the knee; But join with heart and soul and voice, For Jefferson and Liberty.

Verse 2: O’er vast Columbia’s varied clime, Her cities, forests, shores and dales, In rising majesty sublime, Immortal Liberty prevails. (Chorus)

Verse 3: Hail, long expected, glorious day! Illustrious, memorable morn, That freedom’s fabric from decay Rebuilds for millions yet unborn. (Chorus)

Verse 4: His country’s glory, hope, and stay, In virtue and in talent’s tried, Now rises to assume the sway, O’er freedom’s temple to preside. (Chorus)

Verse 5: Within its hallowed walls immense, No hireling shall e’er arise, Arrayed in Tyranny’s defense, To crush an injured people’s cries. (Chorus)

Verse 6: 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. (Chorus)

Verse 7: Here strangers from a thousand shores, Compelled by tyranny to roam, Shall find, amidst abundant stores, A nobler and a happier home. (Chorus)

Verse 8: Here art shall lift her laureled head, Wealth, industry, and peace divine; And where dark, pathless forests spread, Rich fields and lofty cities shine. (Chorus)

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