A Liberty Song

No longer let kings and base princes decree, That men have no rights, nor shall ever be free: But let us unite, and our freedom maintain, Assisted by reason, and honest Tom Paine.

From despots the people no blessings can feel For their laws are injustice, their arguments steel; But such laws and such arguments never can gain The voice of a nation, instructed by Paine.

When kings, who are tyrants, are destin'd to fall, And the people of England shall list to the call Of Liberty's sons—they then will disdain All the venal revilers of honest Tom Paine.

Then true to his merits let each man be found, And let virtue, like his, be with victory crown'd; So may we his ardor and judgment retain, When to Heaven is call'd the philanthropic Paine.