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DUTCH SONG. 283
Look to Sar'toga's plain, Our captures on the main,
Moultrie's defence. Our catalogue is long, Of heroes yet unsung, Who noble feats have done
The melting mother's moans, The aged father's groans,
Have steel'd our arms. Ye British Whigs beware ! Your chains near formed are, In spite of Richmond's care
To sound alarms.
Come join your hands to ours; No royal blocks, no tow'rs;
God save us all! Thus in our country's cause, And to support our laws; Our swords shall never pause
At Freedom's call.