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1775.
The author of this ballad is unknown. It appeared originally in the " Poet's Corner" of Dunlap's Packet, as the " Pennsylvania March, to the rune of the Scots' song, " / winna marry ony lad, bat Sandy der the lea."
PENNSYLVANIA SONG.
We are the troop that ne'er will stoop,
To wretched slavery, Nor shall our seed, by our base deed
Despised vassals be; Freedom we will bequeathe to them,
Or we will bravely die ; Our greatest foe, ere long shall know, How much did Sandwich lie.
And all the world shall know,
Americans are free; Nor slaves nor cowards we will prove. Great Britain soon shall see. |
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