Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph

Come One, Come All! This Rock Shall Fly From Its Firm Base, As Soon As I.

O! Many A Shaft, At Random Sent, Finds Mark The Archer Little Meant! And Many A Word, At Random Spoken, May Soothe Or Wound A Heart That's Broken!

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

Heap On More Wood! - The Wind Is Chill; But Let It Whistle As It Will, We'll Keep Our Christmas Merry Still.