Chorus.

Firm as oak are our hearts, when true glory depends: Steady boys, fteady,

We will always be ready,

To fight all our foes, not to murder our friends.

II.

True glory can ne'er in this quarrel be won ;
If New England we conquer, Old England's undone';
On our brethren then why attempt to fix chains?
For the blood of Great Britain flows warm in their

Shall courtiers fine fpeeches prevail to divide
Our affections from those who have fought by our fide;
And who often have join'd us to fink in the main,
The proud-boafting navies of France and of Spain?
Chorus.

Firm as oak, &c.

IV.

For that Ad-ty L-d Jemmy Twitcher, who

cares!

Let him practice his catches, impofe on his peers;

The time is at hand, his own doctrine to teach,
By woeful experience, what 'tis for to 'peach.

Firm as oak, &c.

Chorus.

V.

Near relations of fome who at court now do thrive,
The Pretender did join in the year forty-five;
And many in favour, difguis'd with high names,
While they roar out for George, in their hearts are
for James.

Firm as cak, &c.

Chorus.

VI..

Of fuch men as these let us fcorn to be tools,
Dirty work to perform; do they take us for fools?
Brave failors know better than thus to be bamm'd;
Let 'em turn out themselves, lads, and fight and
be d-d.

Chorus.

Firm as oak, &c.

VII.

To the ground may difpute with our Colonies fall, And George long in splendour reign king of us all;

And

And may those who would fet the two lands by

the ears,

Be put in the bilboes, and brought to the jeers.

WHEN George fhall o'er America fucceed,
Won't George then be a-merry k- indeed?

By Q in the corner.

EPIGRAM

ON SIR PETER PARKER'S WOUND OFF SULLIVAN'S

IF

ISLAND.

Si verè dixit Hudibras, " quod podice honos eft;"
Confequitur, Petrus nihil honoris habet.

"honour in the breech is lodg'd,"

As Hudibras hath fhewn,

It may from hence be fairly judg'd
Sir Peter's honour's gone.

ELÉGY

ELE GY

ON THE DEATH OF BRIGADIER GENERAL MERCER,
OF VIRGINIA, SLAIN IN THE ACTION NEAR
PRINCETON, JANUARY 3, 1777.

Et generis jactatus honos, dominatio regum,
Quicquid opes, quicquid forma dedere honi,
Supremam fimul hanc expectant omnia noctem:
Scilicet ad Lethum ducit honoris iter.

ANOTHER patriot claims the votive strain,
Fresh laurels fpring around the honour'd herse:
Lamented Mercer, erft in battle flain,

Be thine the off'ring of my artless verse.

"Tis nature bids the manly tear to flow,
In rich oblations o'er the clofing urn;
Guiltless of art, unufual feelings glow,
And hard'ned chiefs involuntary mourn.

But fay-what caufe-from fweet domeftic eafe, Call'd forth the patriot to the doubtful ftrife; From scenes where affluence lavish'd all to please→ The fondling infant, and the tender wife?

#Dura fed emovere loco me tempora grato,
Civilifque rudem belli tulit æftus in arma.

The

Thofe foft endearments are, alas-no more ;
No kindred tie his willing step detains ;
Refolv'd, he leaves Virginia's friendly shore,
To guard the foil, where heav'n-born freedom reigns.

The naked Indian, or the wily Gaul,

The painted favage, and the untutor'd band

fall

On those no more his angry weapons
A foe more favage dares his chaft'ning hand.

Now Sol up-rifing gilds the diftant fpire,

;

Paints the dun umbrage of the western wood; O'er hapless Princeton fheds his genial fire, Roufing the Briton to new fcenes of blood..

Loud founds the martial trumpet from afar,
The watchful cavalry inveft the ground;
The beat of drums proclaims th' approaching war,
Whilft frighted heralds bear the tidings round.

The diftant hills on each horizon blaze

With polish'd arms, and troops in vast parade;
No ling'ring terror either hoft delays,
To meet the foe in hoftile pomp array'd.

Intrepid Mercer leads th' embattled van,
His great example ev'ry foldier fires;
'Thro'out the deep'ning line from man to man,
The pulfe of glory ev'ry breast inspires.

VOL. IV.

M

Swift