Maids in virgin beauty blooming,OnBritannia'ssea-girt isle,Say no more your swains are coming,Or with songs the day beguile.For sleeping sound in death's embraces,On their clay-cold beds they lie,Death, grim death, alas defaces,Youth and pleasure which must die."March the right wing,Gard'ner, yonder,Take th' assailing foe in flank,The hero's spirit lives in thunder,Close there, sergeants, close that rank.The conflict now doth loudly call onHighest proof of martial skill,Heroes shall sing of them, who fall on,The slipp'ry brow ofBunkers-Hill."
Maids in virgin beauty blooming,OnBritannia'ssea-girt isle,Say no more your swains are coming,Or with songs the day beguile.For sleeping sound in death's embraces,On their clay-cold beds they lie,Death, grim death, alas defaces,Youth and pleasure which must die."March the right wing,Gard'ner, yonder,Take th' assailing foe in flank,The hero's spirit lives in thunder,Close there, sergeants, close that rank.The conflict now doth loudly call onHighest proof of martial skill,Heroes shall sing of them, who fall on,The slipp'ry brow ofBunkers-Hill."
IV.
Unkindest fortune, still thou changest,As the wind upon the wave,The good and bad alike thou rangest,Undistinguish'd in the grave.Shall kingly tyrants see thee smiling,Whilst the brave and just must die,Them of sweet hope and life beguilingIn the arms of victory?"Behave this day, my lads, with spirit,Wrap the hill-top as in flame;Oh, if we fall, let each one merit,Immortality in fame.From this high ground like Vesuv'usPour the floods of fire along;Let not, let not, numbers move us,We are yet five hundred strong."
Unkindest fortune, still thou changest,As the wind upon the wave,The good and bad alike thou rangest,Undistinguish'd in the grave.Shall kingly tyrants see thee smiling,Whilst the brave and just must die,Them of sweet hope and life beguilingIn the arms of victory?"Behave this day, my lads, with spirit,Wrap the hill-top as in flame;Oh, if we fall, let each one merit,Immortality in fame.From this high ground like Vesuv'usPour the floods of fire along;Let not, let not, numbers move us,We are yet five hundred strong."
V.
Many a widow sore bewailingTender husbands, shall remain,With tears and sorrows, unavailing,From this hour to mourn them slain.The rude scene striking all by-standers,Bids the little band retire,Who can live like salamanders,In such floods of liquid fire?"Ah! Our troops are sorely pressed,Howeascends the smoky hill,Wheel inward, let these ranks be faced,We have yet some blood to spill.Our right wing push'd, our left surrounded,Weight of numbers five to one,Warrendead, andGard'nerwounded,Ammunition is quite gone."
Many a widow sore bewailingTender husbands, shall remain,With tears and sorrows, unavailing,From this hour to mourn them slain.The rude scene striking all by-standers,Bids the little band retire,Who can live like salamanders,In such floods of liquid fire?"Ah! Our troops are sorely pressed,Howeascends the smoky hill,Wheel inward, let these ranks be faced,We have yet some blood to spill.Our right wing push'd, our left surrounded,Weight of numbers five to one,Warrendead, andGard'nerwounded,Ammunition is quite gone."
VI.
See the steely points, bright gleaming,In the sun's fierce dazzling ray,Groans arising, life-blood streaming,Purple o'er the face of day.The field is cover'd with the dying,Free-men mixt with tyrants lie,The living with each other vying,Raise the shout of battle high.Now bravePutnam, aged soldier,"Come, my vet'rans, we must yield;More equal match'd, we'll yet charge bolder,For the present quit the field.TheGodof battles shall revisit,On their heads each soul that dies,Take courage, boys, we yet sha'n't miss it,From a thousand victories."
See the steely points, bright gleaming,In the sun's fierce dazzling ray,Groans arising, life-blood streaming,Purple o'er the face of day.The field is cover'd with the dying,Free-men mixt with tyrants lie,The living with each other vying,Raise the shout of battle high.Now bravePutnam, aged soldier,"Come, my vet'rans, we must yield;More equal match'd, we'll yet charge bolder,For the present quit the field.TheGodof battles shall revisit,On their heads each soul that dies,Take courage, boys, we yet sha'n't miss it,From a thousand victories."
ByGeneral Washington, on his entering the Town of Boston, at the head of the American Army, after the British troops were by his skilful approaches obliged to abandon it.
Auspicious day, of happiness unmix'd!When this fair City, without blood-shed won,Receives to her sweet bosom, once again,Her free-born sons, of perseverance try'd,And noble fortitude, in deeds of arms.Now let the father meet his infant son,His virgin daughter, and long faithful spouse,And kiss away all tears, but those of joy.Now, let the ardent lover clasp his fair,New flush the red rose in her damask cheek,Light up the glad beam in her rolling eye,And bid all pain and sorrowing be gone.Oh, happy day—Shine on thou blissful sun,And not one vapour blemish thy career,Till from thy mid-day champaign, wheeling doThou in the western ocean go to rest.O happy town—Now let thy buildings smile,Thy streets run down, with silver floods of joy,And from thy temples, loudly, hymn and songSweep the high arches of resounding Heaven.Yes, fellow soldiers, let us bend to himWho gave us strength, and confidence of soul,To meet the Battle and fierce iron war,Urg'd on severe by the tyrannic foe,With deadly thunder, and mischievous arms.To him who with his tempest, bulg'd the deep,And their full hundred war-ships, on the bay,Chain'd, with his strong wind, to the North-east shore.The hand of Heaven, is visible in this,And we, O God, pour forth our souls in praise.O fellow soldiers, let our off'rings rise,Not in rich hecatombs, of bulls and goats,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.
Auspicious day, of happiness unmix'd!When this fair City, without blood-shed won,Receives to her sweet bosom, once again,Her free-born sons, of perseverance try'd,And noble fortitude, in deeds of arms.Now let the father meet his infant son,His virgin daughter, and long faithful spouse,And kiss away all tears, but those of joy.Now, let the ardent lover clasp his fair,New flush the red rose in her damask cheek,Light up the glad beam in her rolling eye,And bid all pain and sorrowing be gone.Oh, happy day—Shine on thou blissful sun,And not one vapour blemish thy career,Till from thy mid-day champaign, wheeling doThou in the western ocean go to rest.O happy town—Now let thy buildings smile,Thy streets run down, with silver floods of joy,And from thy temples, loudly, hymn and songSweep the high arches of resounding Heaven.Yes, fellow soldiers, let us bend to himWho gave us strength, and confidence of soul,To meet the Battle and fierce iron war,Urg'd on severe by the tyrannic foe,With deadly thunder, and mischievous arms.To him who with his tempest, bulg'd the deep,And their full hundred war-ships, on the bay,Chain'd, with his strong wind, to the North-east shore.The hand of Heaven, is visible in this,And we, O God, pour forth our souls in praise.O fellow soldiers, let our off'rings rise,Not in rich hecatombs, of bulls and goats,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.
OnGeneral Washington'svictorious entry into the Town of Boston.
I.
Sons of valour, taste the glories,Of CelestialLiberty,Sing a Triumph o'er the ToriesLet the pulse of joy beat high.
Sons of valour, taste the glories,Of CelestialLiberty,Sing a Triumph o'er the ToriesLet the pulse of joy beat high.
II.
Heaven this day hath foil'd the manyFallacies ofGeorgetheir King,Let the echo reach Britan'y,Bid her mountain summits ring.
Heaven this day hath foil'd the manyFallacies ofGeorgetheir 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.
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 fairRhode-Island,There to combat with the brave,Driven, from each hill, and high-land,They shall plough the purple wave.
Should they touch at fairRhode-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 fairVirgin'yBend a squadron toDunmore,Still with fear and ignominy,They shall quit the hostile shore.
Should they thence, to fairVirgin'yBend a squadron toDunmore,Still with fear and ignominy,They shall quit the hostile shore.
VI.
ToCarolinaor toGeorg'y,Should they next advance their fame,This land of heroes shall disgorge theSons of tyranny and shame.
ToCarolinaor toGeorg'y,Should they next advance their fame,This land of heroes shall disgorge theSons 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.
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.
Boast of wild brigades from Russia,To fix down the galling chain,Canada and Nova Scotia,Shall discharge these hordes again.
IX.
InNew-YorkState rejoin'd byClinton,Should their standards mock the air,Many a surgeon shall put lint onWounds of death received there.
InNew-YorkState rejoin'd byClinton,Should their standards mock the air,Many a surgeon shall put lint onWounds of death received there.
X.
War, fierce war, shall break their forces,Nerves of tory men shall fail,SeeingHowewith alter'd courses,Bending to the western gale.
War, fierce war, shall break their forces,Nerves of tory men shall fail,SeeingHowewith 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.
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 fromHeaven,Never see the smiling shore,From this land so happy, driven,Never stain its bosom more.
Like Satan banished fromHeaven,Never see the smiling shore,From this land so happy, driven,Never stain its bosom more.
The End.
Transcriber's 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
Transcriber's 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