The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle

Song for the Sons of Liberty in the several American Provinces,

Come never was picture more drawn to the life,
Or affectionate husband more fond of his wife,
Than America copies and loves BRITAIN's sons,
Who, conscious of Freedom, are as bold as great guns.

Hearts of oak are we still, for we're sons of those men,
Who always are ready, steady, boys, Ready.
To fight for their Freedom again and again.

Tho' we feast, and grow fat, on America's soil,
Yet we own ourselves subjects of Britain's fair isle.
And who's so absurd to deny us the name?
Since true British blood flows in every vein.

Hearts, &c.

Then cheer up my lads, to your country be firm,
Like Kings of the ocean we'll weather each storm;
Integrity calls out; fair LIBERTY see,
Waves her flag o'er our heads, and her words are

Hearts, &c.
Be Free.

To King GEORGE, as true subjects, we loyal bow down,
But, hope we may call Magna Charta our own:
Let the rest of the world slavish worship decree,
Great-Britain has order'd her sons should be free.

Hearts, &c.

Poor Esau his birth-right gave up for a bribe;
Americans scorn the mean soul-selling tribe:
Beyond life, our Freedom we choose to prefer,
Which thro' life we'll defend, and abjure a proud Sir.

Hearts of oak are we still, for we're sons of those men,
Who fear not the ocean, brave roarings of cannon,
To stop all oppression, again and again.

On our brows while we laurel crown'd Liberty wear,
What Englishmen ought, we AMERICANS dare;
Tho' tempests, and terrors around us we see,
Bribes nor fears can prevail on the hearts that are free

Hearts of oak are we still, for we're sons of those men,
Who always are ready, Ready, boys, steady,
To fight for their Freedom again and again.

With Loyalty, LIBERTY, let us entwine;
Our blood shall for both, flow as free as our wine.
Let us set an example, what all men should be,
And a toast to the world, Here's to those dare be free.

Hearts, &c.