Squeak the fife, and beat the drum, Independence day is come! Let the roasting pig be bled, Quick twist off the cockerel's head, Quickly rub the pewter platter, Heap the nutcakes, fried in butter. Set the cups and beaker glass, The pumpkin and the apple sauce; Send the keg to shop for brandy; Maple sugar we have handy. Independent, staggering Dick, A noggin mix of swingeing thick; Sal, put on your russet skirt, Jotham, get your _boughten_ shirt, To-day we dance to tiddle diddle. --Here comes Sambo with his fiddle; Sambo, take a dram of whiskey, And play up Yankee Doodle frisky. Moll, come leave your witched tricks, And let us have a reel of six. Father and mother shall make two; Sal, Moll, and I stand all a-row; Sambo, play and dance with quality; This is the day of blest equality. Father and mother are but _men_, And Sambo--is a citizen. Come foot it, Sal--Moll, figure in, And mother, you dance up to him; Now saw as fast as e'er you can do, And father, you cross o'er to Sambo. --Thus we dance, and thus we play, On glorious independence day.-- Rub more rosin on your bow, And let us have another go. Zounds! as sure as eggs and bacon, Here's ensign Sneak, and Uncle Deacon, Aunt Thiah, and their Bets behind her, On blundering mare, than beetle blinder. And there's the 'Squire too, with his lady-- Sal, hold the beast, I'll take the baby, Moll, bring the 'Squire our great armchair; Good folks, we're glad to see you here. Jotham, get the great case bottle, Your teeth can pull its corn-cob stopple. Ensign,--Deacon, never mind; 'Squire, drink until you're blind. Come, here's the French, the Guillotine, And here is good 'Squire Gallatin, And here's each noisy Jacobin. Here's friend Madison so hearty, And here's confusion to the treaty. Come, one more swig to Southern Demos Who represent our brother negroes. Thus we drink and dance away, This glorious INDEPENDENCE DAY! ROYALL TYLER. ON INDEPENDENCE [August 17, 1776] Come all you brave soldiers, both valiant and free, It's for Independence we all now agree; Let us gird on our swords and prepare to defend Our liberty, property, ourselves and our friends. In a cause that's so righteous, come let us agree, And from hostile invaders set America free, The cause is so glorious we need not to fear But from merciless tyrants we'll set ourselves clear. Heaven's blessing attending us, no tyrant shall say That Americans e'er to such monsters gave way, But fighting we'll die in America's cause Before we'll submit to tyrannical laws. George the Third, of Great Britain, no more shall he reign, With unlimited sway o'er these free States again; Lord North, nor old Bute, nor none of their clan, Shall ever be honor'd by an American.