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And make us an offer to give us as much

As France has bestow'd on the Swiss and the

Dutch,

His fraud and his force

Will be futile of course;

We wish for no Frenchified Freedom :

If folks beyond sea

Are to bid us be free,

We'll send for them when we shall need 'em. But sans culotte Frenchmen we'll ever defy, Till the continent sinks, and the ocean is dry!

We're anxious that Peace may continue her reign, We cherish the virtues which sport in her train; Our hearts ever melt, when the fatherless.sigh, And we shiver at Horrour's funereal cry!

But still, though we prize

That child of the skies,

We'll never like slaves be accosted.

In a war of defence

Our means are immense,

And we'll fight till our all is exhausted: For foes to our freedom we'll ever defy,

Till the continent sinks, and the ocean is dry!

The EAGLE of FREEDOM with rapture behold,

Overshadow our land with his plumage of gold!
The flood-gates of glory are open on high,
And Warren and Mercer descend from the sky!
They come from above

With a message of love,

To bid us be firm and decided;

"At Liberty's call,

"Unite one and all,

"For you conquer, unless you're divided. "Unite, and the foes to your freedom defy, "Till the continent sinks, and the ocean is dry!"

"Americans, seek no occasion for war ;

"The rude deeds of rapine still ever abhor: "But if in defence of your rights you should arm,

"Let toils ne'er discourage, nor dangers alarm. "For foes to your peace

"Will ever increase,

"If freedom and fame you should barter,

"Let those rights be yours,

"While Nature endures,

"For OMNIPOTENCE gave you the charter !”

Then foes to our freedom we'll ever defy,

Till the continent sinks, and the ocean is dry!

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THE MORNING.

BEHOLD, my fair, the ruddy morn

Anticipate the day;

What beauteous tints the sky adorn,

And gild the azure way !

The sombre mists, which gloomy night

Had gather'd in the vale,

Are born aloft, and wing their flight

Before the rising gale.

Now chang'd to clouds of varied hue,

In airy maze they dance;

Now sweep athwart the welkin blue, And gem the gay expanse.

The plumy tenant of the grove
Is perch'd on yonder spray,
And serenades his little love

With sweetest roundelay.

To taste the pleasures of the morn

Is bliss without alloy,

Though Fashion's drowsy vot❜ries scorn

To quaff the cup of Joy.

But rise, my lovely charmer, rise

To greet the early ray,

And let

my TERAMINTA'S eyes

Add lustre to the day.

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