The Massachusetts Spy, Or, Thomas's Boston Journal

To the Tune of The British Grenadiers.

Hath that seat of science, Athens, and earth's proud usurpers, Rome,
Where now are all their glories? We scarce can find their tomb.
Then guard your rights, Americans, nor stoop to lawless sway,
Proud Albion bow'd to Caesar, and numerous lords before,
To Picts, to Danes, to Normans, and many masters more;
But we can boast Americans have never fall'n a prey,
Oppose, Oppose, Oppose, Oppose it, for North America.
Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! for free America.
We led fair freedom hither, and lo the desert smil'd,
A paradise of pleasure now open'd in the wild;
Your harvest, bold Americans, no pow'r shall snatch away,
Preserve, preserve, preserve your rights in free America.
Torn from a world of Tyrants, beneath this western sky
We form'd a new dominion, a land of liberty;
The world shall own we're freemen here, and such will ever be.
Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza for love and liberty.
God bless this maiden climate, and through her vast domain,
May hosts of heroes cluster that scorn to wear a chain,
And blast the venal sycophants who dare our rights betray;
Assert yourselves, yourselves, yourselves for brave America.
Lift up your hearts, my heroes, and wear, with proud disdain,
The wretch that would ensnare you shall spread his net in vain;
Should Europe empty all her force we'd meet them in array,
And shout huzza! huzza! huzza for brave America.
The land where freedom reigns shall till, be masters of the main,
In giving laws and freedom to subject France and Spain;
And all the isles o'er ocean spread shall tremble and obey,
The prince who rules by freedom's laws in North America.

Boston, May 5, 1774.