Gazette Of The United States And Daily Evening Advertiser

For the Gazette of the United States.

Please to publish the following—and oblige
A MECHANIC

It was my friends, but t'other day,
(A time what pain to muse on!)
We'd neither work, nor hope, nor pay,
And all was in confusion—
We fought and conquered British foes,
And drove them from our borders,
That we might freely rule ourselves,
And give ourselves our orders.
But soon we found that crazy ship,
The old confederation,
Was built in haste, of stuff unsound,
And would not float the nation.
We set ourselves to work again,
And form'd a constitution,
Which, if it is but guarded well,
Will know no dissolution.
Where deep distress was found before,
Now work and peace prevail;
Our Dons unlock'd their iron chests;
And commerce spread her sail.
And shall a set of paltry rogues,
On t'other side the mountain,
Because their whisky pays a tax,
Dry up of trade the fountain?
Bring anarchy with all her train,
Of ruin and despair Sir,
Reduce the present state of things,
To what they lately were Sir?
No. — blast their plans, thou God of peace!
May justice hold the scales,
For anarchy and discord fly,
When government prevails.—