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NHG-P.775.050
12 Sep 1775:22 (986)
From the Pennsylvania Packet.
THE PENNSYLVANIA MARCH.
To the Tune of the Scots Song.
I winna marry any lad, but Sandy o'er the lee.
We are the troops that ne'er still stoop
To wretched slavery,
Nor shall our seed, by our base deed,
Despised vassals be.
Freedom we will bequeath them,
Or we will bravely die,
Our greatest foe, e'er long shall know,
How much did Sandwich lie.
Chorus.
And all the world shall know,
Americans are free;
Nor slaves nor cowards, will we prove,
Great Britain soon shall see.
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