"Our Native Song" (1841)
A National Refrain
as Sung with great applause by
Mr. H. Russell
at his public concerts,
[Words? by Eliza Cook, 1818-1889.]
The music
composed, adapted, arranged & most respectfully dedicated to
The People of the United States,
by Henry Russell, 1812-1900.

New York: Firth, Hall & Pond, 239 Broadway And 1 Franklin Sq.
[Source: 015/086@Levy]

1.
Our native song! our native song!
Oh! where is he who loves it not?
The spell it holds is deep and strong,
Where'er we go, whate'er our lot,
Let other music greet our ear
With thrilling fire or dulcer tone;
We speak to praise, we pause to hear,
But yet oh! yes 'tis not our own!
The Anthem chant, the Ballad mild,
The notes that we remember long
The theme we sing with lisping tongue
'Tis this we love our native song!

CHORUS
Our native song! Our native song!
The theme we sing with lisping tongue
'Tis this we love our native song!

2.
The one who bears the felon's brand,
With moody brow and darken'd name,
Thrust meanly from his fatherland,
To languish out a life of shame;
Oh! let him hear some simple strain
Some lay his mother taught her boy
He'll feel the charm, and dream again
Of home, of innocence, and joy!
The sigh will burst, the drops will start,
And all the virtue haried long
The best, the purest in his heart,
Is weaken'd by his native song.

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3.
Self-exil'd from our place of birth,
To climes more fragrant, bright, and gay,
The mem'ry of our own fair earth
May chance awhile to fade away;
But should some minstrel echo fall,
Of chords that breathe Columbia's fame,
Our souls will burn, our spirits yearn,
True to the land we love and claim.
The high! the low! in weal or woe,
Be sure there's something coldly wrong
About the heart that does not glow
To hear its own, its native song.

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