To Britain fly, where gold enslaves To fix on us his slavish yoke. This great food cause we will defend; Nor bribe, nor Gage, nor North's decree, Shall make us "at his feet to bend." From Anglia's ancient sons we came, Those heroes who for freedom fought; In Freedom's cause we'll match their fame, By their example greatly taught. 20 Then peace forsook this hapless shore, Then cannons blazed with horrid roar ; We hear of blood, death, wounds, and gore, The offspring of the Congress. Imperial Rome from scoundrels rose, Her grandeur's hailed in verse and prose; Venice the dregs of sea compose; So sprung the mighty Congress. When insects vile emerge to light, They take their short inglorious flight, Then sink again to native night, An emblem of the Congress. With freemen's rights they wanton play; At their command, we fast and pray; With worthless paper they us pay, A fine device of Congress. 20 |