The Battle of Bunkers-HillBrackenridge, H. H. (Hugh Henry)
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The Battle of Bunkers-Hill
Brackenridge, H. H. (Hugh Henry)
American drama; Bunker Hill, Battle of, Boston, Mass., 1775 -- Drama
But in true piety, and light of love,
And warm devotion, in the inward part.
Let your festivity be mix'd with thought,
And sober judgment, on this grand event.
March on, and take true pleasure to your arms,
You all are bridegrooms, to fair joy to-day.
A
MILITARY SONG
by the
ARMY:
_On GENERAL WASHINGTON'S victorious entry into
the Town of Boston._
I.
Sons of valour, taste the glories,
Of Celestial LIBERTY,
Sing a Triumph o'er the Tories
Let the pulse of joy beat high.
II.
Heaven this day hath foil'd the many
Fallacies of GEORGE their King,
Let the echo reach Britan'y,
Bid her mountain summits ring.
III.
See yon Navy swell the bosom,
Of the late enraged sea,
Where e'er they go we shall oppose them,
Sons of valour must be free.
IV.
Should they touch at fair RHODE-ISLAND,
There to combat with the brave,
Driven, from each hill, and high-land,
They shall plough the purple wave.
V.
Should they thence, to fair VIRGIN'Y
Bend a squadron to DUNMORE,
Still with fear and ignominy,
They shall quit the hostile shore.
VI.
To CAROLINA or to GEORG'Y,
Should they next advance their fame,
This land of heroes shall disgorge the
Sons of tyranny and shame.
VII.
Let them rove to climes far distant,
Situate under Arctic skies,
Call on Hessian troops assistant,
And the Savages to rise.
VIII.
Boast of wild brigades from Russia,
To fix down the galling chain,
Canada and Nova Scotia,
Shall discharge these hordes again.
IX.
In NEW-YORK State rejoin'd by CLINTON,
Should their standards mock the air,
Many a surgeon shall put lint on
Wounds of death received there.
X.
War, fierce war, shall break their forces,
Nerves of tory men shall fail,
Seeing HOWE with alter'd courses,
Bending to the western gale.
XI.
Thus, from every bay of ocean,
Flying back, with sails unfurl'd,
Tost with ever-troubl'd motion,
They shall quit this smiling world.
XII.
Like Satan banished from HEAVEN,
Never see the smiling shore,
From this land so happy, driven,
Never stain its bosom more.
_The End._
TRANSCRIBERS' NOTES
General: The variable hyphenation of Charles(-)town, hill(-)top,
Free(-)men, ten(-)fold, thunder(-)bolts and to(-)day in the original has
been preserved in this transcription.
On page 241, Ioor has been capitalised in line with other playwrights.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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