A TRIBUTE, &c, SONG

Come chear up, my countrymen, ne'er be dismay'd, For Freedom her banners once more has display'd, Be staunch for your Rights—Hark 'tis Liberty's call; For Freedom, dear Freedom, stand up one and all!

With heart and with hand, Swear firmly to stand; Till Oppression is driven quite out of the land.

To redress all our wrongs, let Man's Rights be apply'd; Truth and justice they show, and by these we'll abide. Luxurious pomp, which brings taxes and woes, No more we'll maintain with the sweat of our brows. But with heart, &c.

The bold Rights of Man struck such terror and fear, That stern Proclamations in all parts appear; But deter us they can't—for as Friends we'll agree The state to reform—and we'll die or be free. Then with heart, &c.

So much tribute we pay, that we scarcely can live; For the light of the sun, what a rent do we give! To be told "We are happy!"—'tis mere Gasconade; For we're burden'd like slaves, and like packhorses made. But with heart, &c.

Then to Freedom press forward like men who are wise, And accompany France, out of bondage to rise, And America's world: Let us with them agree, And join the grand concert—To die or be free. Then with heart, &c.

To conclude, Here's success to honest TOM PAINE; May he live to enjoy what he well does explain. The just RIGHTS OF MAN, may we never forget; For they'll save Britain's friends from the bondage of Pitt.

With heart and with hand, Swear firmly to stand, Till Oppression is driven quite out of the land.