Associations known as Sons of Liberty were organized in the larger cities, and in February, 1770, the first Liberty Pole in America was raised at New York city, in what is now City Hall Park. A struggle ensued with the British troops, during which the pole was twice cut down, but it was hooped with iron and set up a third time. A Tory versifier celebrated the event in a burlesque cantata, from which the following description of the pole is taken. THE LIBERTY POLE [February, 1770] Come listen, good neighbors of every degree, Whose hearts, like your purses, are open and free, Let this pole a monument ever remain, Of the folly and arts of the time-serving train. Derry down, down, hey derry down. Its bottom, so artfully fix'd under ground, Resembles their scheming, so low and profound; The dark underminings, and base dirty ends, On which the success of the faction depends. Derry down, etc. The vane, mark'd with freedom, may put us in mind, As it varies, and flutters, and turns, with the wind, That no faith can be plac'd in the words of our foes, Who change as the wind of their interest blows. Derry down, etc. The iron clasp'd around it, so firm and so neat, Resembles too closely their fraud and deceit, If the outside's but guarded, they care not a pin How rotten and hollow the heart is within. Derry down, etc. Then away, ye pretenders to freedom, away, Who strive to cajole us in hopes to betray; Leave the pole for the stroke of the lightning to sever, And, huzzah for King George and our country forever! Derry down, etc. Two regiments of British troops arrived at Boston on March 5, 1768, and annoyed the people in many ways. Brawls were frequent, and by the beginning of 1770 the tension of feeling had reached the snapping point. The "Massachusetts Liberty Song" and "The British Grenadier" did not go well together. THE BRITISH GRENADIER Come, come fill up your glasses, And drink a health to those Who carry caps and pouches, And wear their looped clothes. For be you Whig or Tory, Or any mortal thing, Be sure that you give glory To George, our gracious King. For if you prove rebellious, He'll thunder in your ears Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! For the British Grenadiers! And when the wars are over, We'll march by beat of drum, The ladies cry "So, Ho girls, The Grenadiers have come! The Grenadiers who always With love our hearts do cheer. Then Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! For the British Grenadier!"