  On General Washington's victorious entry into the Town of Boston. I. Sons of valour, taste the glories, Of Celestial Liberty, Sing a Triumph o'er the Tories Let the pulse of joy beat high. II. Heaven this day hath foil'd the many Fallacies of George their King, Let the echo reach Britan'y, Bid her mountain summits ring. III. See yon Navy swell the bosom, Of the late enraged sea, Where e'er they go we shall oppose them, Sons of valour must be free. IV. Should they touch at fair Rhode-Island, There to combat with the brave, Driven, from each hill, and high-land, They shall plough the purple wave. V. Should they thence, to fair Virgin'y Bend a squadron to Dunmore, Still with fear and ignominy, They shall quit the hostile shore. VI. To Carolina or to Georg'y, Should they next advance their fame, This land of heroes shall disgorge the Sons of tyranny and shame. VII. Let them rove to climes far distant, Situate under Arctic skies, Call on Hessian troops assistant, And the Savages to rise. VIII. Boast of wild brigades from Russia, To fix down the galling chain, Canada and Nova Scotia, Shall discharge these hordes again. IX. In New-York State rejoin'd by Clinton, Should their standards mock the air, Many a surgeon shall put lint on Wounds of death received there. X. War, fierce war, shall break their forces, Nerves of tory men shall fail, Seeing Howe with alter'd courses, Bending to the western gale. XI. Thus, from every bay of ocean, Flying back, with sails unfurl'd, Tost with ever-troubl'd motion, They shall quit this smiling world. XII. Like Satan banished from Heaven, Never see the smiling shore, From this land so happy, driven, Never stain its bosom more. The End. Transcriber's Notes: General: The variable hyphenation of Charles(-)town, hill(-)top, Free(-)men, ten(-)fold, thunder(-)bolts and to(-)day in the original has been preserved in this transcription. On page 241, Ioor has been capitalised in line with other playwrights |
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