Title: The Congress

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The Congress 
The Congress 
Ye Tories all rejoice and sing Success to George our gracious King, The faithful subjects tribute bring And execrate the Congress. These hardy knaves and stupid fools, Some apish and pragmatic mules, Some servile acquiescing tools, These, these compose the Congress. 
Then Jove resolved to send a curse, And all the woes of life rehearse Not plague, not famine, but much worse He cursed us with a Congress. Then peace forsook this hopeless shore Then cannons blazed with horrid roar We hear of blood, death, wounds and gore, The offspring of the Congress. With poverty and dire distress With standing armies us oppress, Whole troops to Pluto swiftly press; As victims of the Congress. Time-serving priests to zealots preach, Who King and Parliament impeach; Seditious lessons to us teach At the command of Congress. 
Prepare, prepare, my friends prepare For scenes of blood, the field of war; To royal standard we'll repair, And curse the haughty Congress. Huzza! Huzza! and thrice Huzza! Return peace, harmony and law! Restore such times as once we saw And bid adieu to Congress. 
From Songs of the American Revolution, Rabson tune: Nancy Dawson