To Britain fly, where gold enslaves 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, 20 By their example greatly taught. Our king we love, but North we hate, Nor will to him submission own; If death's our doom, we'll brave our fate, But pay allegiance to the throne. Pennsylvania Journal, Sept. 14, 1774. THE BALLAD OF NATHAN HALE The breezes went steadily through the tall pines, A-saying "oh! hu-sh!" a-saying "oh! hu-sh!" As stilly stole by a bold legion of horse, For Hale in the bush, for Hale in the bush. "Keep still!" said the thrush as she nestled her young In a nest by the road; in a nest by the road, "For the tyrants are near, and with them appear What bodes us no good, what bodes us no good." 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 |