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                <title>THE <lb />
                    <name type ="nationality"> AMERICAN</name> PATRIOT'S, <lb />
                    WAR SONG: <lb /> 
                    <emph rend="italic">OR AN APPEAL TO FREEMEN</emph><lb /></title>
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                <publisher>NATHANIEL COVERLY</publisher>
                <address><name type="shop"> Corner Theater Alley</name>
                </address><pubPlace>BOSTON</pubPlace>
                <date>JUN'R</date>
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                <note>Published as part of the American Antiquaruian Society's Isaiah Thomas
                    Broadside Ballads Project</note>
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                <p>BIB Id 291175</p>
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            <emph rend="italic">The <name type ="nationality">American</name> Patriot's War Song, or an <lb /> 
            Appeal to Freemen.</emph><lb /> 
            TIMES, alas! are most distressing,<lb /> 
            <emph rend="italic">T</emph>hey who feel may well complaim;<lb /> 
            <placeName>Britain</placeName> still our sons impressing,<lb /> 
            Tyranizes o'er the main.<lb /> 
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            Thousands, doom'd to base employments,<lb /> 
            Spend in chains their hopeless lives:<lb /> 
            Torn from all their dear enjoyments,<lb /> 
            Parents, children, friends and wives.<lb />  
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            Hear the father thus bemoaning:<lb /> 
            "O my sons, for you I die!"<lb /> 
            While his captive children groaning,<lb /> 
           In a floating dungeon lie.<lb /> 
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           See, the line of battle closing!<lb /> 
           See the gallant foe advance!<lb /> 
           See, our hardy sons opposiug,<lb /> 
           For'cd to fight the tars of <placeName>France</placeName>!<lb /> 
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           Can you bear such treatment <emph rend="italic">freemen!</emph><lb /> 
           Will you drain the cup of <emph rend="italic">woe?</emph><lb /> 
           Rouse, to save impressed seamen! <lb /> 
           Rouse, to conquer every foe!<lb /> 
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           <name type ="nationality">British</name> <name type ="religious">Christians</name> join the savage,<lb /> 
           Both alike with fury yell;<lb /> 
           All our <emph rend="italic">frontiers</emph>, see, they ravage<lb /> 
           Like a band let loose from hell.<lb /> 
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           Hark! the warriors wildly yelping,<lb /> 
           O'er the world and deserts roam;<lb /> 
           <placeName>Britain</placeName> still the savage helping,<lb /> 
           Works his passions to a foam.<lb /> 
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           Worst of all the human vices,<lb /> 
           Let astonished earth behold!<lb /> 
           <emph rend="italic">Scalps</emph> are bought at stated prices,<lb /> 
           <emph rend="italic"><placeName>Malden</placeName></emph>* pays the sum in gold!!!<lb /> 
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            <title>THE <lb />
            <name type ="nationality"> AMERICAN</name> PATRIOT'S, <lb />
            WAR SONG: <lb /> 
            <emph rend="italic">OR AN APPEAL TO FREEMEN.</emph> <lb /></title>
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            Freemen, can you bear such slaughters?<lb /> 
            Will you drain the cup of woe?<lb /> 
            Rouse, to save your wives and daughters,<lb /> 
            Rouse, to conquer every foe!<lb />
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            <placeName>Britain</placeName> o'er <name type ="symbolic">Columbia</name> glories,<lb />
            (Half seduced as she believes)<lb /> 
            Counting on a gang of <emph rend="italic"> <name type ="symbolic">tories</name></emph><lb /> 
            Soon to help a group of <emph rend="italic">thieves</emph>.<lb /> 
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            Men, who yield to base seduction, <lb /> 
            Soon must bear their country's frown,<lb /> 
            Doom'd to death, and dire destruction,<lb /> 
            Let the hand of <emph rend="italic">power</emph> come down.<lb /> 
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            <emph rend="italic">Danger</emph> binds us all together,<lb /> 
            <emph rend="italic">Union</emph> is our surest <emph rend="italic">rock</emph>;<lb />
            One defence is stormy weather,<lb /> 
            But secures the chosen <emph rend="italic">flock</emph>;<lb /> 
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            All in bonds of love united,<lb /> 
            Safe beneath our eagle's wings<lb /> 
            Let the fowls of heaven, invited,<lb /> 
            Come and eat the flesh of kings,<lb />
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            CHORUS.<lb /> 
            Live forever Constitution, <lb /> 
            Live forever Rights of Man,<lb /> 
            Live forever, O <name type ="symbolic">Columbia</name>,<lb /> 
            Here true Liberty began.<lb />
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            *<placeName>Fort Malden</placeName>, where the <name type ="nationality">British</name> pay <lb />
            the <name type ="symbolic">Savages</name> for the <name type ="nationality">American</name> scalps.<lb /> 
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