The New Hampshire Gazette

The Green Mountain Farmer.

A NEW PATRIOTIC SONG.
By THOMAS PAINE, A. M.

BLEST on his own Paternal Farm,
Contented yet acquiring;
Below ambition's gilded charm,
Yet rich beyond desiring:
The hill-born rustic, hale and gay.
Ere prattling babblers wily,
Or ere the Pine-top spies the day,
Sings cheerly through his valley-

CHORUS.
Green-Mountains echo Heav'n's decree!
Live Adams, law and liberty!
With love and plenty, peace and health,
Enrich'd by honest labor,
He cheers the friend of humbler wealth,
Nor courts his prouder neighbour;
At eve returning home, he meets
His nut-brown lass, so loving,
And till his constant train repeats
Thro groves and meadows roving:

Green-Mountains echo Heav'n's decree!.
Live Adams, law and liberty

Should Faction's wily serpent spring,
With treacherous folds t' intwine him,
Undaunted by his venom'd sting,
So flames he would consign him.
The hardy Yeoman like the Oak,
That shades his woodland border
Would baffle Anarch's vengeful stroke,
To shelter Law and Order.

Green-Mountains echo Heav'n's decree!
Live Adams, law and liberty!

Should hostile fleets our shores assail,
By home-bred traitors aided,
No free-born hand would till the vale
By slavery degraded.
Each mouth would join the patriot brave,
To die proud Freedom's martyr,
And shed its latest drop to save
His country's glorious charter.
Green Mountains' echo then would be,
Fight on fight on, for liberty.

But hark,th invading foe alarms!
Responsive cannons rattle;
And Washington again in arms
Directs the storm of battle.
The lenient strain of gallic fiends
He sweeps to midnight ocean;"
While fame the valued ether rend,
With Congress's loud commotion.
Shout! Shout! Columbians Heav'n's decree,
'Tis Washington and Victory