Song of the Settlers of Oregon.

16

TUNE -- "Sing Darkies Sing."

Out, out, pilgrims out,
Rend the air with freedom's shout,
Out, out, pilgrims out,
For our soil of Oregon.

'Ere Britons own the ground we till,
Our dearest blood we'll freely spill,
Till Oregon shines pure and free,
A star in freedom's galaxy.
Out, out, pilgrims out, &c.

Our prairie flowers,
Frst sown by freedom's hand,
Our noble rivers,
By freemen's eyes first scanned,
Our lofty mountains,
By freemen first explored,
Shall be defended,
By freedom's gleaming sword.
Out, out, pilgrims out, &c.

The sea alone shall be the line,
To make Columbia's right divine,
And California and Canada,
Shall yield to freedom's happy sway.

Out, out, pilgrims out,
Rend the air with freedom's shout,
Out, out, freemen out,
For our homes in Oregon.