COME swallow your bumpers, ye Tories and roar, That the Sons of fair Freedom are hamper'd once more, But know that no Cut throats our spirits can tame, Nor a host of Oppressors shall smother the flame. In Freedom we're born, and like Sons of the brave, Will never surrender, But swear to defend her, And scorn to survive, if unable to save.

Our grandsire's blest heroes we'll give them a tear, Nor sully their honours, by stooping to fear; Through deaths and thro' dangers, their Trophies they won, We dare be their Rivals, nor will be outdone. In Freedom wer'e born, &c.

Let tyrants and minions, presume to despise, Incroach on our RIGHTS, and make FREEDOM their prize; The fruits of their rapine, they never shall keep, Tho' vengeance may nod, yet how short is her sleep. In Freedom we're born, &c.

The tree which proud Haman for Mordecai rear'd, Stands recorded, that virtue endanger'd is spar'd; That rogues whom no bounds, and no laws can restrain, Must be strip'd of their honors, and humbled again. In Freedom we're born, &c.

Our wives and our babes still protected, shall know, Those who dare to be free, shall forever be so; On these arms, and these hearts, they may safely rely. For in freedom we'll live, or like Heroes we'll die. In Freedom we're born, &c.

Ye insolent Tyrants! who wish to enthrall, Ye Minions, ye Placemen, Pimps, Pensioners all; How short is your triumph, how feeble your trust, Your honor must wither, and nod to the dust. In Freedom we're born, &c.

When oppress'd and approach'd, our King we implore, Still firmly persuaded, our RIGHTS he'll restore: When our hearts beat to arms to defend a just right, Our monarch rules there, and forbids us to fight. In Freedom we're born, &c.

Not the glitter of arms, nor the dread of a fray, Could make us submit to their chains for a day; With-held by affection, on Britons we call, Prevent the fierce conflict, which threatens your fall. In Freedom we're born, &c.

All ages shall speak, with amaze and applause, Of the prudence we show, in support of our cause; Assur'd of our safety a BRUNSWICK still reigns, Whose free loyal subjects are strangers to chains. In Freedom we're born, &c.

Then join hand in hand, brave AMERICANS all, To be free, is to live; to be slaves is to fall; Has the land such a dastard, as scorns not a LORD , Who dreads not a fetter, much more than a sword. In Freedom we're born, and like Sons of the brave, Will never surrender, But swear to defend her, And scorn to survive, if unable to save.

CEASE ye fountains cease to murmur, Leave, ye gentle gales, to blow, Softly flowing, gently blowing, You but wake my tender woe. Roll your billows, foaming torrent, Tempests, howl across the plain; Hoarsely gushing; wildly rushing, Lull to rest my anxious pain.