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Nobles and beauties and such common
toasts, Those who admire may drink, sir; Fill up the glass to the volunteer hosts, 10 Who never from danger will shrink, sir.
Let mirth appear,
Every heart cheer, The toast that I give is the brave vol
JOSEPH STANSBURY "Has the Marquis La Fayette
Taken off all our hay yet?” Says Clinton to the wise heads around
him: "Yes, faith, Sir Harry,
Each stack he did carry, And likewise the cattle-confound him!
“Besides, he now goes,
Just under your nose,
"If that be his project,
It is not an object Worth a great man's attempting to hinder.
"For forage and house
I care not a louse;
I swear I'll not do more
To keep them in humor, Than play on my violincello.
"Since Charleston is taken,
'Twill sure save my bacon,I can live a whole year on that same, sir;
Ride about all the day,
At night, concert or play; So a fig for the men that dare blame, sir;
"If growlers complain,
I inactive remain-
'Tis sure no new thing
To serve thus our king-
Here's to the lawyer who, leaving the bar,
Hastens where honor doth lead, sir, Changing the gown for the ensigns of war, The cause of his country to plead, sir.
Every heart cheers, And calls for the health of the law vol
Here's to the soldier, though batter'd in
wars, And safe to his farm-house retir'd; 30 When called by his country, ne'er thinks
of his scars, With ardor to join us inspir'd.
Bright fame appears,
Trophies uprear, To veteran chiefs who become volunteers.
VOLUNTEER BOYS 1
Hence with the lover who sighs o'er his
wine, Chloës and Phillises toasting. Hence with the slave who will whimper
and whine Of ardor and constancy boasting.
Hence with love's joys,
Follies and noise, The toast that I give is the Volunteer
Boys. 1 This is attributed to Henry Archer, a young and wealthy, Englishman who came to America in 1778 and volunteered in the Revolutionary army. The sixth and seventh stanzas must have been written before his change of allegiance; but the song as a whole, whenever composed, was popular with the Colonials.
Here's to the peer first in senate and field
Whose actions to titles add grace, sir ; Whose spirit undaunted would never yet
yield To a foe, to a pension or place, sir.
Toasts to the peer, Who adds to his titles, “the brave volun
Thus the bold bands for old Jersey's defence,
50 The muse hath with rapture review'd
sir; With our volunteer boys, as our verses
commence, With our volunteer boys they conclude, sir.
Discord or noise
Ne'er damp our joys, But health and success to the volunteer
He bounded like Congo, and bade you de
fiance, And plac'd on his running his greatest
reliance; But fate overtook him and brought him
before ye, To shew how rebellion will wind up her
SONG, FOR A VENISON DINNER
JOSEPH STANSBURY Friends, push round the bottle, and let us
be drinking, While Washington up in his mountains is
slinking : Good faith, if he's wise he'll not leave
them behind him, For he knows he's safe nowhere where
Britons can find him. When he and Fayette talk of taking this
city, Their vaunting moves only our mirth and
our pity. But, though near our lines they're too
cautious to tarry, What courage they shew when a hen
roost they harry! Who can wonder that poultry and oxen
and swine Seek shelter in York from such valor
divine,While Washington's jaws and the French
man's are aching The spoil they have lost, to be boiling and
Cornwallis led a country dance,
The like was never seen, sir, Much retrogade and much advance,
And all with General Greene, sir. They rambled up and rambled down,
Joined hands, then off they run, sir, Our General Greene to Charlestown,
The earl to Wilmington, sir. Greene in the South, then danced a set,
And got a mighty name, sir, Cornwallis jigged with young Fayette,
But suffered in his fame, sir.
Most like a lordly dancer.
He would no more advance, sir. Quoth he, my guards are weary grown
With footing country dances, They never at St. James's shone,
At capers, kicks or prances. Though men so gallant ne'er were seen,
While sauntering on parade, sir, Or wriggling o'er the park's smooth
green, Or at a masquerade, sir. Yet are red heels and long-laced skirts,
For stumps and briars meet, sir? Or stand they chance with hunting-shirts,
Or hardy veteran feet, sir?
Now housed in York he challenged all,
At minuet or all 'amande, And lessons for a courtly ball
His guards by day and night conned.
Thought he would soon her conqu'ror be;
And so was North's opinion.
His troops had march'd before, sir,
He thought all dangers o'er, sir.
This challenge known, full soon there
came, A set who had the bon ton, De Grasse and Rochambeau, whose fame
Fut brillant pour un long tems.
And Washington, Columbia's son,
Whom easy nature taught, sir, That grace which can't by pains be won,
Or Plutus's gold be bought, sir. Now hand in hand they circle round
This ever-dancing peer, sir ; Their gentle movements soon confound
The earl as they draw near, si:. His music soon forgets to play
His feet can no more move, sir, And all his bands now curse the day
They jiggèd to our shore, sir. Now Tories all, what can ye say?
Come-is not this a griper, That while your hopes are danced away, 'Tis you must pay the piper ?
Be peace, the glorious end of war,
By this event effected;
To latest times respected;
And Franc in nion with her; And may Great Britain rue the day Her hostile bands came hither.
CORNWALLIS BURGOYNED Adapted to the air, “Maggie Lauder When British troops first landed here,
With Howe commander o'er them They thought they'd make us quake for
fear, And carry all before them: With thirty thousand men or more,
And she without assistance America must needs give o'er,
And make no more resistance.
LET US BE HAPPY AS LONG AS
Joseph STANSBURY I've heard in old times that a sage used
to say, The seasons were nothing, December, or
May; The heat, or the cold never enter'd his
planThat all should be happy whenever they
But Washington, her glorious son,
Of British hosts the terror, Soon, by repeated overthrows,
Convinc'd them of their error: Let Princeton and let Trenton tell.
What gallant deeds he's done, sir, And Monmouth's plains where hundreds
fell And thousands more have run, sir.
No matter what power directed the state, He looked upon such things as ordered
by fate: Whether governed by many, or ruld by
one man, His rule was-be happy whenever you
Cornwallis, too, when he approach'd
Virginia's old dominion
He happen'd to enter this world the same
day With the supple, complying, fam'd Vicar
of Bray: Thro' both of their lives the same. prin
ciple ranMy boys, we'll be happy as long as we
Since no man can tell what to-morrow
may bring, Or which side shall triumph, the Congress
or King, Since fate must o'errule us and carry her
planWhy, let us be happy as long as we can. 20 To-night, let's enjoy this good wine and
a song, And relish the hour which we cannot
prolong: If evil will come, we'll adhere to our
planAnd baffle misfortune as long as we can.
Time-serving I hate, yet I see no good
reason A leaf from their book should be thought
out of season : When kick'd like a football from Sheba
to DanEgad, let's be happy as long as we can.
(The text and author's notes are taken from Now she views Arcadian rocks, early editions and collated with the invaluable "Poems of Philip Freneau," ed. by F. L. Pattee,
Where the shepherds guard their flocks, 3 vols. 1902.)
And, while yet her wings she spreads, THE POWER OF FANCY
Sees chrystal streams and coral beds,
Wanders to some desert deep, Wakeful, vagrant, restless thing,
Or some dark, enchanted steep,
By the full moonlight doth shew
Where, upon some mossy bed,
Swift, she stretches o'er the seas
Canvas on the lofty mast
Could not travel half so fast
60 Resemblance to the immortal race.
Swifter than the eagle's Aight
Fickle Goddess, set me down
Where the winds tumultuous roar,
Fancy, to that land repair, On the surface of the brain
Sweetest Ossian slumbers there; Night after night she walks unseen, Waft me far to southern isles Noble fabrics doth she raise
Where the soften'd winter smiles, In the woods or on the seas,
To Bermuda's orange shades, On some high, steep, pointed rock,
Or Demarara's lovely glades; Where the billows loudly knock
Bear me o'er the sounding cape, And the dreary tempests sweep
Painting death in every shape, Clouds along the uncivil deep.
Where daring Anson spread the sail Lo! she walks upon the moon,
Shatter'd by the stormy galeListens to the chimy tune
Lo! she leads me wide and far, Of the bright, harmonious spheres,
Sense can never follow herAnd the song of angels hears;
Shape thy course o'er land and sea, Sees this earth a distant star,
Help me to keep pace with thee, Pendant, floating in the air;
Lead me to yon' chalky cliff, Leads me to some lonely dome,
Over rock and over reef, Where Religion loves to come.
Into Britain's fertile land, Where the bride of Jesus dwells,
Stretching far her proud command. And the deep ton'd organ swells
Look back and view, thro' many a year, In notes with lofty anthems join'd, Cæsar, Julius Cæsar, there. Notes that half distract the mind.
Now to Tempe's verdant wood, Now like lightning she descends
Over the mid-ocean flood To the prison of the fiends,
Lo! the islands of the seaHears the rattling of their chains,
Sappho, Lesbos mourns for thee: Feels their never ceasing pains
Greece, arouse thy humbled head, But, I never may she tell
Where are all thy mighty dead, Half the frightfulness of hell.
Who states to endless ruin hurl'd