A Patriotic Song

Come on, my brave fellows, a fig for our lives We'll fight for our country, our children and wives. Determin'd we are to live happy and free; Then join honest fellows in chorus with me. Derry down, down, &c.

We'll drink our own liquor, our brandy from peaches, A fig for the English, they may kiss all our breeches. Those blood-sucking, beer-drinking puppies retreat; But our peach-brandy fellows can never be beat. Derry down, down, &c.

A fig for the English, and Hessians to boot, Who are sick half their time with eating of crout, But bacon and greens, and Indian corn-bread, Make a buck-skin jump up, tho' he seem to be dead. Derry down, down, &c.

Come on, my brave fellows, &c.