thumbnail of The Patriotic American Farmer.JPG
thumbnail of The Patriotic American Farmer.JPG
The... JPG
(58.83 KB, 364x850)
 >>/146224/

The following Song being now much in Vogue and of late is heard resounding in almost all Companies in Town, and by way of eminence called "The Liberty Song," you are desired to republish in your 'circulating' Paper for the Benefit of the whole Continent of America.
[To the Tune of Hearts of Oak.] Boston "Evening Post" of August 22, 1768

Come, join Hand in Hand, brave Americans all,
And rouse your bold Hearts at fair Liberty's Call,
No tyrannous Acts shall suppress your just Claim,
Or stain with dishonor America's Name.

In Freedom we're born, & in Freedom we'll live,
	Our Purses are ready,
	Steady, Friends, Steady,
Not as Slaves but as Freemen our money we'll give.

Our worthy Forefathers—let's give them a Cheer—
To Climates unknown did courageously steer;
Thro' Oceans to Deserts for Freedom they came,
And dying bequeath'd us their Freedom & Fame.

In Freedom we're born, &c.

Their generous Bosoms all Dangers despis'd,
So highly, so wisely, their Birthrights they priz'd;
We'll keep what they gave — we will piously keep,
Nor frustrate their Toils on the Land or the Deep.

In Freedom we're born, &c.

The Tree their own Hands had to Liberty rear'd,
They liv'd to behold growing strong and rever'd;
With Transport then cry'd, 'now our Wishes we gain,
For our Children shall gather the Fruits of our Pain.'

In Freedom we're born, &c.

Swarms of Placemen and Pensioners soon will appear,
Like Locusts deforming the Charms of the Year;
Suns vainly will rise, Showers vainly descend,
If we are to 'drudge for what others shall spend.

In Freedom we're born, &c.

Then join Hand in Hand brave Americans all,
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall;
In so righteous a Cause let us hope to succeed,
For Heaven approves of each generous Deed.

In Freedom we're born, &c.

All Ages shall speak with amaze and applause,
Of the courage we'll shew in support of our laws;
To die we can bear — but to serve we disdain—
For Shame is to Freemen more dreadful than Pain.

In freedom we're born, &c.

This Bumper I crown for our Sovereign's Health,
And this for Britannia's Glory and Wealth;
That Wealth and that Glory immortal may be,
If She is but just — and if we are but free.

In Freedom we're born, & in Freedom we'll live,
	Our Purses are ready,
	Steady, Friends, Steady,
Not as Slaves, but as Freemen our Money we'll give.

https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/47111/pg47111-images.html