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LIBERTY SONG (parody) Come shake your dull noddles, ye pumpkins, and bawl And own you've gone mad at fair Liberty's call; No scandalous conduct can add to your shame Condemned to dishonor, inherit the fame, In folly you're born and in folly you'll live To madness still ready, stupidly steady, Not as men, but as monkeys, the tokens you give, Such villains, such rascals all dangers despise And stick not at mobbing when mischief's the prize, In defiance of halters, of whips and of chains, The rogues would run riot, fools for their pains, In folly etc. Your Grandsire, Old Satan, now give him a cheer Would act like yourselves and as wildly would steer, But short is your harvest, nor long shall you know The pleasure of reaping what other men sow, In folly etc. Then plunder, my lads, for when red-coats appear You'll melt like the locust when winter is near. Your cursed old trade of purloining must cease The dread and the curse of all order and peace. Gulp down your last dram, for the gallows now groans And over depressed, her lost empire bemoans; While we quite transported and happy shall be From mobs, knaves and villains, protected and free. In folly etc. From Songbook of the American Revolution, Rabson Note: a pre-Revolutionary law-and-order song. Tune: Heart of Oak @American @revolution @Tory filename[ HARTOAK3 TUNE FILE: HEARTOAK CLICK TO PLAY RG  8note Sheet |
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