<emph rend="italic">WRITTEN AND CORRECTED BY<emph rend="italic"><lb /> <name type ="historical">JAMES CAMPBELL</name>,<lb /> LATE OF THE <name type ="ship">CONSTITUTION</name>:<lb /> <emph rend="italic">IN BEHALF OF THE BRAVE <name type ="titled">CAPT.</name></emph> <name type ="historical">JAMES LAWRENCE</name>, <emph rend="italic">AND <name type ="titled">LIEUT.</name></emph> <name type ="historical">C. LUDLOW</name>,<lb /> <emph rend="italic">OF THE <name type ="ship">CHESAPEAKE</name>.<lb /> TOGETHER WITH---LINES ON THE DEATH OF <name type ="titled">LT.</name> <name type ="historical">LUDLOW</name>.</emph></emph></emph>......TUNE "Disconsolate Sailor."

<emph rend="italic">WRITTEN AND CORRECTED BY<emph rend="italic"><lb /> <name type ="historical">JAMES CAMPBELL</name>,<lb /> LATE OF THE <name type ="ship">CONSTITUTION</name>:<lb /> <emph rend="italic">IN BEHALF OF THE BRAVE <name type ="titled">CAPT.</name></emph> <name type ="historical">JAMES LAWRENCE</name>, <emph rend="italic">AND <name type ="titled">LIEUT.</name></emph> <name type ="historical">C. LUDLOW</name>,<lb /> <emph rend="italic">OF THE <name type ="ship">CHESAPEAKE</name>.<lb /> TOGETHER WITH---LINES ON THE DEATH OF <name type ="titled">LT.</name> <name type ="historical">LUDLOW</name>.</emph></emph></emph>......TUNE "Disconsolate Sailor." N. Coverly, Jr., Printer

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Boston Jun Published as part of the American Antiquaruian Society's Isaiah Thomas Broadside Ballads Project

BIB Id 293726

YE sons of Columbia, O hail the great day, Which burst your tyrannical chain, Which taught the opprest, how to spurn lawless sway, And establish equality's reign. Yes, hail the blest moment when awfully grand, Your Congress pronounc'd the decree; Which told the wide world, that your pine cover'd land, In spite of Coration was free.

Those worthies who fell in the soul cheering cause, To the true sons of Freedom are dear; Their deeds the unborn shall rehearse with applause, And bedew their cold tomb with a tear. O cherish their names---let their daring exploits, And their virtues be spread far and wide, And if fierce-eye'd Ambition, encroach on your rights, Again shall her schemes be destroyed.

As he tills his rich Glebe, the old peasant shall tell, While his bosom with gratitude glows; How brave Lawrence expired, how Ludlow, he fell, And how WASHINGTON baffled your foes: With transport his offspring shall catch the glad sound, And as Freedom takes root in each breast; Their country's defenders with praise shall be crown'd, While her plundrers they learn to detest.

By those fields that were ravag'd, those towns that were fir'd; By those wrongs which your females endur'd; By those blood-sprinkled plains, where your warriors expir'd, O preserve what your prowess procured,

And reflect that your rights is the rights of mankind, That to all they are bounteously given; And that he who in chains, would his fellow-man bind, Uplifts his proud arm against heaven.

How can you who have felt the oppressor's hard hand, Who for freedom all perils did brave; How can you enjoy ease, while one foot of your soil Is disgrac'd by the toil of a slave. O rouse then in spite of a merciless few, And pronounce this immortal decree, That "what'ere be man's tenets, his fortune, his hue, He is a man, and shall therefore be free."

On the Death of Augustus C. Ludlow. GREAT Spirit of the mighty dead, Descend a while, and linger here, And tears, which love and pity shed, Shall fall, to grace a Hero's bier.

To thee, thy foes could not refuse The meed to Valor justly due, Nor shall an humble, lowly muse, Forget to praise a Patriot true.

What, though no friends, nor kindred dear, To grace his obsequies attend: The foemen---are his brothers here, And every Hero--- is his friend.