Those heroes who for freedom fought:

In freedom's cause we 'll march, their fame
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.

Then rouse, my sons! from slavery free

Your suffering homes, from God's high wrath!

Gird on your steel: give liberty

To all who follow in our path!

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THE YANKEE'S RETURN FROM CAMP

Father and I went down to camp,

Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we see the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.

Chorus. Yankee Doodle, keep it up,

Yankee Doodle, dandy,

Mind the music and the step,

And with the girls be handy.

And there we see a thousand men

As rich as 'Squire David;
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be saved.

The 'lasses they eat every day

Would keep an house a winter;

They have as much that, I 'll be bound,
They eat it when they 're a mind to.

And there we see a swamping gun,

Large as a log of maple,

Upon a deuced little cart,

A load for father's cattle.

And every time they shoot it off
It takes a horn of powder,

And makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.

I went as nigh to one myself
As Siah's underpinning,

And father went as nigh again-
I thought the deuce was in him.

Cousin Simon grew so bold

I thought he would have cock'd it;
It scar'd me so I shrink'd it off,

And hung by father's pocket.

And Captain Davis had a gun;
He kind of clapt his hand on 't,
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on 't.

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He got him on his meeting clothes,

Upon a slapping stallion;

He set the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.

The flaming ribbons in his hat,

They look'd so taring fine, ah,

I wanted pockily to get,

To give to my Jemimah.

I see another snarl of men

A digging graves, they told me,
So tarnal long, so tarnal deep,

They 'tended they should hold me.

It scar'd me so I hook'd it off,
Nor stop'd, as I remember,

Nor turn'd about, 'till I got home,
Lock'd up in mother's chamber.

NATHAN HALE

The breezes went steadily thro' the tall pines,
A saying "Oh hu-ush!" a saying "Oh hu-ush!"

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."

The brave captain heard it and thought of his home,
In a cot by the brook, in a cot by the brook,
With mother and sister and memories dear,

He so gaily forsook, he so gaily forsook.

Cooling shades of the night were coming apace,
The tattoo had beat, the tattoo had beat:
The noble one sprang from his dark lurking-place
To make his retreat, to make his retreat.

He warily trod on the dry rustling leaves,

As he pass'd thro' the wood, as he pass'd thro' the wood,

And silently gain'd his rude launch on the shore,

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The guards of the camp, on that dark, dreary night,

Had a murderous will, had a murderous will:
They took him and bore him afar from the shore,
To a hut on the hill, to a hut on the hill.

No mother was there, nor a friend who could cheer,
In that little stone cell, in that little stone cell.
But he trusted in love from his father above:
In his heart all was well, in his heart all was well.

An ominous owl with his solemn base voice

Sat moaning hard by, sat moaning hard by: "The tyrant's proud minions most gladly rejoice,

For he must soon die, for he must soon die."

The brave fellow told them, no thing he restrain'd,
The cruel gen'ral, the cruel gen'ral;

His errand from camp, of the ends to be gain'd;
And said that was all, and said that was all.

They took him and bound him and bore him away,

Down the hill's grassy side, down the hill's grassy side.

'T was there the base hirelings, in royal array,
His cause did deride, his cause did deride.

Five minutes were given, short moments, no more,
For him to repent, for him to repent:
He pray'd for his mother, he ask'd not another;
To Heaven he went, to Heaven he went.

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The faith of a martyr the tragedy shew'd,

As he trod the last stage, as he trod the last stage; And Britons will shudder at gallant Hale's blood,

As his words do presage, as his words do presage:

"Thou pale king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe,
Go frighten the slave, go frighten the slave;
Tell tyrants to you their allegiance they owe:
No fears for the brave, no fears for the brave."

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THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS

(BY FRANCIS HOPKINSON)

Gallants, attend, and hear a friend

Trill forth harmonious ditty:

Strange things I 'II tell, which late befell
In Philadelphia city.

'T was early day, as poets say,

Just when the sun was rising,
A soldier stood on a log of wood
And saw a thing surprising.

As in amaze he stood to gaze,

The truth can't be denied, sir,

He spied a score of kegs or more
Come floating down the tide, sir.

A sailor, too, in jerkin blue,

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

Then said, "Some mischief 's brewing:

"These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold,

Packed up like pickled herring;

And they 're come down t' attack the town,
In this new way of ferrying."

The soldier flew, the sailor too,

And scared almost to death, sir,

Wore out their shoes to spread the news,

And ran till out of breath, sir.

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