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Their country to defend ;
Let grateful toasts re-echo round,
And let their fame's eternal sound

From earth to heaven ascend.
Long as the sun the day shall light,
· Or moon and stars illume the night,

Or vessels swim the sea ;
Our heroes will our rights maintain,
Our land eternally remain

United, bless'd, and free.

ONCE more, fellow-freemen, we've met on the day
Which reminds us of times that have long pass’d away;
That recalls all the deeds that our fathers have done
For freedom, by wisdom and bravery won.

Attune, then, your voices, the song raise on high,

And chant in full chorus the Fourth of July.
When Tyranny stalk’d in full might o'er the land,
And Liberty, tottering, scarcely could stand,
Each patriot in arms swiftly flew to her aid,
And prevented the fall of the beauteous maid.

In shouts we'll proclaim it aloud to the sky,

And chant in full chorus the Fourth of July. See Jefferson's pen independence declare: Meanwhile to support it our forefathers swear; And Washington, prompt at his country's call, Unsheathed the fell falchion and urged the dread ball.

Then through the wide world let the glad tidings fly, Whilst we chant in full chorus the Fourth of July.

Lo! Freedom achieved by the feats of our sires,
Each warrior in peace to his home then retires ;
He in arts, as in arms, strives his foes to excel,
And beneath his own “fig tree” in safety can dwell.

Let the air loud resound with the rapturous cry,

While we chant in full chorus the Fourth of July. Cursed be the mad wretch that shall dare to destroy Our rights which from heaven's high God we enjoy; And blasted their schemes, whosoever shall strive The compact of union asunder to rive.

Our arms shall the arts of all tyrants defy,

And we'll force them to reverence the Fourth of July. All hail, then, the day of our national birth! Let the sound reach the most distant regions of earth; Proclaim to all nations how happy we be, That the people shall govern, and ever be free!

Our foes we'll confound with the o'erwhelming cry, And chant in full chorus the Fourth of July.


Tune—“Rule, Britannia." When our great sires this land explored,

A shelter from tyrannic wrong!
Led on by heaven's Almighty Lord,

They sung--and acted well the song,
Rise united! dare be freed !
Our sons shall vindicate the deed.

In vain the region they would gain
Was distant, dreary, undisclosed ;

In vain the Atlantic roar'd between;

And hosts of savages opposed;
They rush'd undaunted, Heaven decreed
Their sons should vindicate the deed.
'Twas Freedom led the veterans forth,

And manly fortitude to bear;
They toil'd, they vanquish'd ! such high worth

Is always Heaven's peculiar care.
Their great example still inspires,
Nor dare we act beneath our sires.
'Tis ours undaunted to defend

The dear-bought, rich inheritance ;
And spite of each invading hand,

We'll fight, bleed, die, in its defence !
Pursue our fathers' paths of fame,
And emulate their glorious flame.
As the proud oak inglorious stands,

Till storms and thunder root it fast,
So stood our new, unpractised bands,

Till Britain roar'd her stormy blast; Then, see, they vanquish'd ! fierce led on By Freedom and great Washington.



GALLANTS, attend, and hear a friend

Trill forth harmonious ditty :
Strange things I'll tell, which late befell

In Philadelphia city.

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'Twas early day, as poets say,

Just when the sun was rising, A soldier stood on log of wood,

And saw a sight surprising.

As, in amaze, he stood to gaze,

The truth can't be denied, sirs; He spied a score-of kegs, or more,

Come floating down the tide, sirs.

A sailor, too, in jerkin blue,

The strange appearance viewing, First damn'd his eyes, in great surprise,

Then said, “Some mischief's brewing. “ These kegs now hold the rebels bold,

Pack'd up like pickled herring: And they're come down to attack the town,

In this new way of ferrying.

The soldier flew, the sailor, too,

And scared almost to death, sirs; Wore out their shoes to spread the news,

And ran till out of breath, sirs.

Now up and down, throughout the town,

Most frantic scenes were acted;
And some ran here, and some ran there,

Like men almost distracted.

Some fire cried, which some denied,

But said the earth had quaked ;
And girls and boys, with hideous noise,

Ran through the town half-naked.

Sir William* he, snug as a fea,

Lay all this time a snoring,
Nor dream'd of harm, as he lay warm,

In bed with Mrs. Loring.
Now, in a fright, he starts upright,

Awaked by such a clatter:
He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries,

6. For God's sake, what's the matter ?"
At his bedside he then espied

Sir Erskinet at command, sirs,
Upon one foot he had one boot,

And tother in his hand, sirs.
66 Arise ! arise !” Sir Erskine cries :

6. The rebels-more's the pity-
Without a boat, are all on float,

And ranged before the city.
6. The motley crew, in vessels new,

With Satan for their guide, sir ;

up in bags, or wooden kegs,
Come driving down the tide, sir.
6. Therefore prepare for bloody war!

These kegs must all be routed;
Or surely we despised shall be,

And British courage doubted.”
The royal band now ready stand,

All ranged in dread array, sirs ;
With stomach stout to see it out,

And make a bloody day, sirs.

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