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NHG-P.777.012
12 Apr 1777:41 (47)
A song, just come to hand, which was sung before General
Sullivan, and a number of respectable inhabitants of this
town, Portsmouth, New-Hampshire, March 26th, 1777.
To the Tune of the Eugeane's March.
Hark, the loud drums, hark, the shrill trumpet call to
arms,
Come Americans, come, prepare for war's alarms,
Whilst in array we stand
What soldier dare to land,
Sure in the attempt to meet his doom,
A leaden death or watery tomb.
We, Americans, so brave o'er land or wave,
All invaders defy, we'll repulse them or die,
We scorn to live as slaves.
2.
Recall the days, wherein our fathers bravely fought,
And crown'd their praise, they patriot glory sought,
Bid their high deeds inspire,
Bid Magna Charta fire,
Greatly they labour'd for our good,
All sorts of tyranny withstood,
All these we despise, on our courage rely,
For what American so base would his country disgrace,
And from his colours fly.
3.
No party-spite, no more our measures will oppose,
For all unite against our insulting foes,
All then in chorus sing,
And let your voices ring,
Fill unto Sullivan the flowing bowl,
Hand it to each gallant soul,
Raise patriot flame, his glory proclaim,
Who his sword boldly draws in his country's cause,
And winds an endless name.
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