We are their bold descendants, for liberty we’ll fight, The claim to independence we challenge as our right. ’Tis what kind Heaven gave us, who can take it away? O Heaven, sure, will save us, in North America. We never will knock under, O George, we do not fear The rattling of your thunder, nor lightning of your spear: Though rebels you declare us, we’re strangers to dismay; Therefore you cannot scare us, in North America. We have a bold commander, who fears not sword nor gun, The second Alexander, his name is Washington, His men are all collected, and ready for the fray, To fight they are directed for North America. We’ve Greene and Gates and Putnam to manage in the field, A gallant train of footmen, who’d rather die than yield; A stately troop of horsemen, trained in a martial way, For to augment our forces in North America. Proud George, you are engaged all in a dirty cause, A cruel war have waged repugnant to all laws. Go tell the savage nations you’re crueler than they, To fight your own relations in North America. Ten millions you’ve expended, and twice ten millions more; Our riches, you intended, should pay the mighty score. Who now will stand your sponsor, your charges to defray, For sure you cannot conquer this North America. I’ll tell you, George, in metre, if you attend awhile, We forced your bold Sir Peter from Sullivan’s fair isle; At Monmouth too we gained the honors of the day— The victory we obtained for North America. Surely we were your betters, hard by the Brandywine; We laid him fast in fetters, whose name was John Burgoyne, We made your Howe to tremble with terror and dismay, True heroes we resemble, in North America. Confusion to the tories, that black infernal name, In which Great Britain glories, forever to her shame; We’ll send each foul revolter to smutty Africa, Or noose him in a halter, in North America. A health to our brave footmen, who handle sword and gun, To Greene, Gates, and Putnam and conquering Washington; Their names be wrote in letters which never will decay, While sun and moon do glitter in North America. Success unto our allies in Holland, France, and Spain, Who man their ships and galleys, our freedom to maintain, May they subdue the rangers of proud Britannia, And drive them from their anchors in North America. Success unto the Congress of these United States, Who glory in the conquests of Washington and Gates; To all, both laud and seamen, who glory in the day, When we shall all be freemen in North America. Success to legislation, that rules with gentle hand, To trade and navigation, by water and by land; May all with one opinion our wholesome laws obey, Throughout this vast dominion of North America.