The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1843-11-23
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Bennington county. Whoever may have been
the author the song is one of the finest things OF
the kind ever written. ,r
THE SONG OF THE VERNON IERo.
1873.
Sung at the anniversary of the Vermont Hisori-
cal and ANTIQUARIAN Society at Montpelier, Oct.
20, 1643,
Ho-aIl to the borders! Vermonters come down,
With YOUR breeches of deer-skn and Jackets of
brown;
With your red wooden caps, and your moccasins,
come
To the gathering summons of trumpet and drum.
Come down with your rifles let gray wolf and
fox
Howl on in the shade of their primitive rocks
Let the bear feed securely from pigpen and stall;
Here's two legged game loryour powder and ball.
On our South come the Dutchmen, enveloped in
grease;
And arming for battle, while canting Of peace;
On our East, crafty MeShect has gathered his
band,
To hang up our leaders, and eat out our land.
Ho-all TO the rescue For Satan shall work
No gain for his legfons of Hampshire and York
They claim our possessions-the pitiful knayes--
The tribute WE pay shall be prisons and graves
Let Clinton and Ten Brock + with brides in their
hands,
Still seek to divide us, and parcel our lands;-
We've coats for our traitors, whoever they are
The warp is Of feathers the filling of tar IS
Does the old Bay State threaten Does Con-
gress complain
Swans Hampshire in arms on our borders again
Bark the war-dogs of Britain aloud on the lake'
Let'em come ;--what they can they are welcome
to take.
What seek they among us The pride of our
wealth
Is comfort, contentment, and labor and health,
And lands which as Freemen, we only have trod
Independent of ALL save the mGrces of Cod
Yet we own no allegiance; we bow TO no throne;
Our ruler is law, and the law is our own;
Our leaders themselves are our own felow-ren,
Who can handle the sword, or the scythe, or the
pen.
Our wives are all true, and our daughters are fair
With their blue eyes of smiles, and their light
flowing hair;
All brisk at their wheels till the dark eventual,
Then blithe at the sleigh.ride, the husking, and
We've sheep on the hill sides; we've cows on the
plain;
And gay-tasseled corn-felds, and rank growing
grain,
There are deer on the mountains; and wood pig
eonsAy
From the crack of our muskets, like clouds on
the sky.
And there's fish in our streamlets and rivers,
which take
Their source from the hills to our broad bosomed
lake;
Through rocl-arched Wnooski the salmon leaps
free,
And the porty shad follows all fresh from the sea.
Like sun beam the pickere gdes through his
pool,
And the spotted trout sleeps where the water is
COOL
Or darts from his shelter of rock and of roo:
At the beavers quick plunge, Or the anglers
pursuit.
And ours are the mountains which awfully rise
Till they rest their green heads on the blue of the
Skies
And ours are the forests unwasted, unshorn,
Save where the wild path of tho tempest is torn.
And though savage and wild be this climate of
ours,
And brief be our seasons of fruits and OF flowers,
Tar dearer the blast round our mountains which
raves.
Than the sweet summer zephyr, which breathes
over slaves
Hurrah for VERMONT for the land which we
Must have sons to defend her from valley and
hill
Leave the harvest to rot on the field where it
grows,
And the reaping of wheat for the reaping of foes.
From far Michscoui's wild valley, to where
Poosoomsuck steals down from his wood-crcled
fair,
From Shocticook river to Lutterlock town.
Ho-all to the rescue Vermonters, come down!
Come York or come Hampshire, come traitors
and klIaves;
If you rule DER our land, we shall rule DER our
graces!
Our vow is recorded-our banner unfured;
In the name of Vermont we dety all the ecorld.
~The political history of Vermont is
full of interest. La 1852, New York, by
reason ofan extraordinary grant of Charles
III. to the Duke Of York, claimed uris-
diclion over about sixty townships of
which grants had been given by the Gov