The Pennsylvania evening post — Philadelphia, Pa., 1776-04-30 00:00:00, page 3

The following humorous song was solely intended for the
American Tragi-comedy entitled The FALL of BRI
TISH TYRANNY, or AMERICAN LIBERTY TRI
UMPHANT, of five ads, which is now in the press,
and will be published speedily. Having been favored
with a fight of the manuscript, and thinking it will suit
extremely well for the firft of May, the printer has pre
vailed upon the author to let him insert it in the Evening
Post, on the eve of that day, for the entertainment of his
jovial readers, and sons of American Liberty.
The First of MAY. ANEW SONG, in praise of St.
TAMMANY, the American Saint.
Tune. The hounds are all out, &c.
OF St. George, or St. Bute, let the poet laureat sing,
OfPharaoh or Pluto of old,
While he rhimes forth their praise, in falfe flattering lays,
I'll sing of St. Tamm'ny the bold, my brave boys.
Let Hibernia's sons boast, make Patrick their toast,
And Sects Andrew's fame spread abroad.
Potatoes and oats, and Welch leeks for Welch goats,
Was never St. Tammany's food, my brave boys.
In freedom's bright cause, Tamm'ny pled with applause,
And reafon'd moftjulHy from nature ;
For this, this was his song, all, all the day long,
Liberty's the right of each creature, brave boys.
Whilst under an oak his great parliament fat.
His throne was the crotch of the tree;
With Solomon's look, without statutes or book,
He wifely sent forth his decree, my brave boys.
His fubje&s flood round, not the lead noise or found,
Whilst freedom blaz'd full in each face;
So plain were the laws, and each pleaded his cause,
That might Bute, North and Mansfield disgrace, my
brave boys.
No duties nor damps, their bleft liberty cramps,
A king, tho' no tyrant, was he;
He did oft'times declare, nay sometimes wou'd swear,
The lead of his fubjeds were free, my brave boys.
He, as king of the woods, of the rivers and floods,
Had a right all beads to control ;
Yet, content with a few, to give nature her due,
So gen'rous was Tammany's foul! my brave boys.
In the morn he arose, and a hunting he goes,
Bold Nimrod his second was he ;
For his breakfaft he'd take a large venison stake,
And defpis'd your flip-flops and tea, my brave boys.
While all in a row, with squaw, dog and bow,
Vermilion adorning his face ;
With feathery head he rang'd the woods wide,
Sure St. George had never such grace, my brave boys ?
His jetty black hair, such as Buckskin faints wear,
Perfumed with bear's grease well fmear'd,
Which illum'd the saint's face, and ran down apace,
Like the oil from off Aaron's beard, my brave boys.
The strong nervous deer, with amazing career,
In fwittnefs he'd fairly run down,
And, like Sampson, wou'd tear wolf, lion or bear;
Ne'er was such a faint as our own, my brave boys.
When he'd run down a stag, he behind him wou'd lag,
For so noble a foul had he !
He'd stop, tho' he loft it, tradition reports it,
To give him frefh chance to get free, my brave boys.
From his quiver he drew forth an arrow so keen,
And feiz'd fall his imperial bow;
It flew draight to the heart, like an Israelite dart ;
Could St. Andrew ever do so, my brave boys?
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With a mighty strong arm, and a mafchline bow,
His arrow he drew to the head,
And as sure as he shot, it was ever his lot,
His prey it fell instantly dead, my brave boys.
His table he spread where the venison bled;
Be thankful, he used to fey;
He'd laugh and he'd sing, tho' a faint and a king,
And fumptuonfly dine on his prey, my brave boys.
Then over the hills, o'er the mountains and rills,
He'd caper, such was his delight;
And ne'er in his days, Indian history fays,
Did lack a good supper at night, my brave boys.
On an old stump he fat, without cap or hat<
When supper was ready to eat ;
Snap, his dog, he flood by, and cast a sheep's eye,
For ven'fon's the king of all meat, my brave boys.
Like Isaac of old, and both cast in one mould,
Tho' a wigwam was Tamm'ny's cottage,
He lov'd fav'ry meat, such that patriarch eat,
Of ven'fon and squirrel made pottage, brave boys.
When fourfcore years old, as I've oft'times been told,
To doubt it, sure would not be right,
With a pipe in hisjaw, he'd burs his old squaw,
And get a young faint ev'ry night, my brave boys.
As old age came on, he grew blind, deaf and dumb,
Tho' his sport, 'twere hard to keep from it,
Quite tired of life, bid adieu to his wife,
And blaz'd like the tail of a comet, brave boys.
What country on earth, then did ever give birth
To such a magnanimous faint?
His a&s far excel all that history tell,
And language too feeble to paint, my brave boys.
Now, to finifh my song, a full flowing bowl
I'll quaff, and sing all the long day,
And with punch and wine paint my cheeks for my faint,
And hail ev'ry firft of sweet May, my brave boys.
Philadelphia, April 30, 1776.
THE copartnership of MASON and PATON being dis
solved, all those who are indebted to them by bond,
note, or book debt, are desired to make immediate payment
to PHINEAS BOND, Esq; who is pr perly authorifed to re
ceive and fettle the fame; and all those who have any demands
against the said partnership, are requested to apply as above.
And public notice is hereby given, to all those indebted to the
laid partnership, that unless they difeharge their respective
debts, as above, on or before the 20th day of May next, they
will be sued without refpe& to persons.
WILLIAM MAR fin, Upholsterer, next the City Ven
due, Front-street,
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