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A generous chief, to whom the hero spoke, Cried, "Sir, they fy !—their ranks entirely

broke: Whilst thy bold troops o'er slaughter'd

heaps advance, And deal due vengeance on the sons of

France." The pleasing truth recalls his parting soul, And from his lips these dying accents

stole:“I'm satisfied !” he said, then wing'd his

way, Guarded by angels to celestial day. An awful band !-Britannia's mighty

dead, Receives to glory his immortal shade. Marlborough and Talbot hail the warlike

chiefHalket and Howe, late objects of our

grief, With joyful song conduct their welcome

guest To the bright mansions of eternal restFor those prepared who merit just ap

plause By bravely dying in their country's cause.

Pennsylvania Gacette, Nov. 8, 1759.

Let the rest of the world slavish worship

decree, Great Britain has ordered her sons to be

free. “Hearts of Oak, etc."


Poor Esau his birth-right gave up for a

bribe, Americans scorn th' mean soul-selling

tribe; Beyond life our freedom we chuse to

possess, Which, thro' life we'll defend, and abjure

a broad S." "Hearts of Oak are we still, and we're

sons of those men, Who fear not the ocean, brave roarings

of cannon, To stop all oppression, again and




DRAWN MORE TO THE LIFE Sure never was picture drawn more to

the life Or affectionate husband more fond of his

wife, Than America copies and loves Britain's

sons, Who, conscious of Freedom, are bold as

great guns. "Hearts of Oak are we still, for we're

sons of those Men Who always are ready, steady, boys,

steady, To fight for their freedom again and


On our brow while we laurel-crown'd

Liberty wear, What Englishmen ought we Americans

dare; Though tempests and terrors around us

we see, Bribes nor fears can prevail o'er the hearts

that are free. "Hearts of Oak are we still, for we're

sons of those men. Who always are ready, steady, boys,

steady, To fight for their freedom again and


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To the tune of Hearts of Oak

Come, join hand in hand, brave Ameri-

cans all, And rouse your bold hearts at fair Lib

erty's call; No tyrannous act shall suppress your just

claim, Or stain with dishonour America's name. In freedom we're born, and in freedom

we'll live! Our purses are readySteady, friends, steady; Not as slaves, but as freemen our

money. we'll give. Our worthy forefathers (let's give them

a cheer) To climates unknown did courageously

steer; Through oceans to deserts for freedom

they came, And, dying, bequeath'd us their freedom

and fame. In freedom we're born, etc.

Then join hand in hand, brave Ameri

cans all, By uniting, we stand, by dividing, we fall; In so righteous a cause let us hope to

succeed For Heaven approves of each generous

deed. In freedom we're born, etc.

All ages shall speak with amaze and ap

plause Of the courage we'll show in support of our laws;

40 To die we can bear, but to serve we dis

dain, For shame is to freemen more dreadful

than pain. In freedom we're born, etc.


Their generous bosoms all dangers de

spised, So highly, so wisely their birthrights

they prized; We'll keep what they gave, we will piously

keep, No: frustrate their toils on the land and

the deep. In freedom we're born, etc.

This bumper I crown for our sovereign's

health, And this for Britannia's glory and wealth; That wealth and that glory immortal may

be, If she is but just, and if we are but free. In freedom we're born, etc.

Pennsylvania Chronicle, July 4, 1768.

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A TORY PARODY OF THE ABOVE Come, shake your dull noddles, ye pump

kins and bawl, And own that you're mad at fair Lib

erty's call. No scandalous conduct can add to your

shame, Condemn'd to dishonor, inherit the fame! In folly you're born, and in folly you'll

To madness still ready,

And stupidly steady,
Not as men but as monkies, the tokens

you give. 1 The ministry have already begun to give away in pensions the money they lately took out of our pockets without our consent.

--(Author's Note.)

How sweet are the labours that freemen

endure, That they shall enjoy all the profit, se

cureNo more such sweet labours Americans

know If Britons shall reap what Americans sow.

In freedom we're born, etc.



Your grandsire, old Satan—now give him

a cheer!Would act like yourselves, and as wildly

would steer. So great an example in prospect still keep; Whilst you are alive, old Belzee may

sleep. In folly, etc.

Such villains, such rascals, all dangers de

spise, And stick not at mobbing, when mischief's

the prize : They burst through all barriers, and

piously keep, Such chattels and goods the vile rascals

can sweep. In folly, etc.

Then nod your poor numbskulls, ye pump

kins, and bawl! The De'il take such rascals, fools, whore

sons and all. Your cursed old trade of purloining must

cease, The curse and the dread of all order and

peace. In folly, etc. All ages shall speak with contempt and

amaze, Oi the vilest Banditti that swarm'd in

those days; In defiance of halters, of whips, and of

chains, The rogues would run riot, damn'd fools

for their pains. In folly, etc. Gulp down your last dram, for the gal

lows now groans, And order depress'd her lost empire bemoans;

50 While we quite transported and happy

shall be, From snobs, knaves and villains, pro

tected and free. In folly, etc.

Boston Gazette, Sept. 26, 1768.

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and roar, That the sons of fair freedom are ham

per'd once more; But know that no cut-throat our spirits

can tame, Nor a host of oppressors shall smother the flame.

In freedom we're born, and like sons of

the brave,
Will never surrender,

But swear to defend her,
And scorn to survive if unable to save.


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Then plunder, my lads, for when red

coats appear, You'll melt like the locusts when winter

is near Gold vainly will glow; silver vainly will

shine; But faith you must skulk, you no more

shall purloin. In folly, etc.

Our grandsires, blest heroes! we'll give

them a tear, Nor sully their honors by stooping to

fear; Thro' deaths and thro' dangers their

trophies they won, We dare be their rivals, nor will be outdone.


Let tyrants and minions presume to de

spise, Encroach on our rights and make free

dom their prize; The fruits of their rapine they never

shall keepTho' vengeance may nod, yet how short is her sleep.



All ages shall speak with amaze and ap

plause, Of the prudence we show in support of

our cause. Assur'd of our safety a Brunswick still

reigns, Whose free, loyal subjects are strangers to chains.

Chorus Then join hand in hand, brave Americans

all, To be free is to live; to be slaves is to

fall; Has the land such a dastard as scorns

not a lord? Who dreads not a fetter much more than a sword?

Chorus. Handbill, Boston, early October 1768.

The tree which proud Haman for Mor

decai rear'd, Stands recorded, that virtue endanger'd is

spar'd; That rogues, whom no bonds and no laws

can restrain, Must be stript of their honors and humbled again.



Our wives and our babes still protected,

shall know Those who dare to be free shall for ever

be so; On these arms and these hearts they may

safely rely, For in freedom we'll live, or like heroes we'll die.


Ye insolent tyrants, who wish to enthrall, Ye minions ! ye placemen! pimps, pen

sioners, all! How short is your triumph, how feeble

your trust! Your honors must wither and nod to the dust.


When opprest and reproach'd, our king

we implore, Still firmly persuaded our rights he'll restore;

30 When our hearts beat to arms to defend

a just right, Our monarch rules there, and forbids us to fight.



(Anon.) To the tune of "Derry Down." Come, listen, good neighbors of every

degree, Whose hearts, like your purses, are open

and free, Let this pole a monument ever remain, Of the folly and arts of the time-serving train.

Derry down, etc. Its bottom, so artfully fix'd under ground, Resembles their scheming, so low and

profound; The dark underminings, and base dirty

ends, On which the success of the faction depends.

Derry down, etc. 10 The vane, mark'd with freedom, may put

us in mind, As it varies, and flutters, and turns, with

the wind, That no faith can be plac'd in the words

of our foes, Who change as the wind of their interest blows.

Derry down, etc. The iron clasp'd around it, so firm and

so neat, Resembles too closely their fraud and de


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