This declaration [of Independence] was received by the people with transports of joy. Public rejoicings took place in various parts of the Union. In New York, the statue of George III. was taken down; and the lead, of which it was composed, was converted into musket-balls. GOODRICH'S HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES. There stood in New York, when, the times growing warm, All o'er our fair country had gathered the storm, Which wore in its coming, so fearful a form, But left us the rainbow of peace, An image of royalty, stately and proud-- A leaden old king, where his votaries bowed; While true friends of Liberty marked it, and vowed That its honors should speedily cease. And when our brave statesmen the article signed, Declaring us free, with pure freedom of mind, Columbia's true sons, feeling strongly inclined To learn how the statue was based, Assembled forthwith; and, besieging it, found That the king in head, body and limb was quite sound, And had of good lead in him many a pound, Which might be more usefully placed. Then, "Down with the ponderous George the Third!" From a mingling of voices together, was heard, With shoutings aloud, as they gave out the word, "Down with it! let it come down! We 'll soon transform his grave highness of lead, And turn him to balls from the feet to the head; And then shall the mouths of our muskets be fed With him of the throne and the crown. "So now for the fall! for our Sages have met, And their names to a broad Declaration have set, That they are resolved, from this moment, to get Of the king independent and free; And to give by their valor a nation her birth, Or to empty their veins, a free gift to the earth, In Liberty's name, to betoken her worth To us and the millions to be. "Columbia's wrongs have gone to the skies; 'T is time that her blood and her spirit should rise Above her oppressors, till tyranny flies, And leaves her unfettered, to bear The flag of a nation instead of a chain-- The palm of her triumph, 'mid weakness and pain, O'er them that were mighty, but struggled in vain To force her their shackles to wear. "And, no leaden monarch will we have to stand Proclaiming our vassalage here, in the land Of lovely Manhattan! We 'll each lend a hand To give him a jerk or a pull, And flat to the ground, in a trice, as we bring His dignified form, it shall merrily ding, To sound all around how we honor the king, And pay our respects to John Bull.