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38 THE LIBERTY SONG.
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.
Their generous bosoms all dangers despis'd, So highly, so wisely, their birthrights they priz'd; We'll keep what they gave, we will piously keep, Nor frustrate their toils on the land or the deep.
The Tree, their own hands had to Liberty rear'd, They lived to behold growing strong and rever'd; "With transport then cried,— " Now our wishes we gam, For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain. "
How sweet are the labors that freemen endure, That they shall enjoy all the profit, secure,— No more such sweet labors Americans know, If Britons shall reap what Americans sow.
Swarms of placemen and pensioners4 soon will appear, Like locusts deforming the charms of the year: Suns vainly will rise, showers vainly descend, If we are to drudge for what others shall spend.