English poem
SONG XI. The FARMER's SONG of '75
by Anonymous
Come join hand in hand, brave Americans all, And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call, No tyrannus acts shall suppress your just claim, Nor stain with dishonor America's name.
In freedom we're born, and in freedom we'll live. Steady boys, steady; Our purses are ready, Not as slaves but as freemen our money we'll give, Our worthy forefathers, let's give them a cheer— To climates unknown did courageously steer. Thro' oceans to deserts for Freedom they came, And dying bequeath'd us their freedom and fame.
The Tree their own hand had to Liberty rear'd, They liv'd to behold growing strong and rever'd; Then in transports they cry'd, our wishes are gain'd, For our children shall gather the fruits of our pair.
Now placemen and pensioners soon shall appear Likes LOCUSTS deforming the face of the year; Suns vainly shall rise, showers vainly descend, If we are to DRUDGE for others to SPEND. In freedom we're born, and in freedom we'll live; Steady boys, steady; Our purses are ready, Not as slaves, but as freemen our money we'll give,