New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-03-02


WAR SONG. Writtsn in l77G
BY PHILIP FRESEAU.
Hark, bark the sound of war is heard
And we must all attend;
Take up our arms and 60 with speed
Our country TO defend.
Our parent state has turned our foe,
Which fills our land with pain;
Her gallant ships, manned out for war,
Come laundering DER the main.
There 9 Carleton Howe, and Clinton too,
And many thousands more
May cross the sea, but all in vain;
Our ghts we II he'er give DER
Our pleasant land they do invade,
Our property devour
And all because we won't submit
To their despotic power.
Then let us go against our foes,
We d better die than yield;
We and our sons are all undone
If Britain win the field.
Tories may dream OF future ioys,
Blu, | am bold TO say,
They II find themselves bound fast in chains
If Britain wins the day.
Husbands must leave their loving wives.
And sprighty youths attend
Leave their sweethearts and risk their lives
Their country to defend.
May they be heroes in the field,
Have heroes fame in store
We pray the Lord to be their shield
Where laundering cannons roar.
The Oldest Of the Revolutionary lyrics we shall
present is the Patriots Appeal" printed in the
Pennsylvania Chronicle, at Philadelphia, on the
9TH of July, just eight years before the Declare
ton of Independence. We copy it from a ballad
sheet, dated in IT'S:
THE PATRIOTS APPEAL
emo ioin hand and hop nd },ruva
Awake through the land at fair Liberty's call
No tyrannous acts shall suppress your just claim,
Or stain with dishonor Americas name
In freedom we re born, in freedom We III live;
Our purses are ready
Steady, friends steady
Not as slaves, but as ireemen, money we'll give
Our worthy foreiathers llet s give them cheer J
To climates unknown did courageousy steer
Through oceans 10 deserts for freedom they came,
And, dying, bequeathed US their freedom and fame
In freedom, &c.
Their generous bosoms all dangers despised,
So highly, so wisely their brthrights they priced:
What they gave lei US cherish and piousy keep,
Nor Illustrate their tolls on the land or the deep
In freedom, &c.
The tree their own hands had TO liberty reared
They lived to behold growing strong and reyered
With sport they cried, Now our wishes we gain
For children shall gather the fruits of our pain
In freedom, &c.
How sweet are the laborS that freemen endure.
OF which they enjoy all the profits secure!
No longer such tolls shall Americans know,
Ii Brltons may reap what Americans sow!
In freedom, &c.
Swarms OF placemen and pensioners cen now appear
Like locusts deiorming The charms of the year
Suns vainly will rise and show'rs vainly descend
If we are TO drudge for what others may spend.
In freedom, &c.
Then join hand and hand, brave Americans ali,
BY uniting we stand by dividing we fall
In so righteous cause we may hope TO succeed,
For Heaven approves every generous deed.
In freedom, &c.
All ages and nations shall speak with applause
OF the courage we show in support OF our cause;
To die we can bear, but 10 serve We dlsdain
For shame is to freedom more dreadful than pain.
In freedom. &c.
A bumper to Freedom and as for the king
When he does deserve il, his praises we II sing!
We wish Britain's glory immortal may be,
If she is but just and we are but free
In freedom we re born. in freedom we II live,
Our purses are ready
Steady, boys, steady
Our money rs treemen not slaves, we will give
the last altered In IN. rania Chloriclr
which we have examined, II Is printed
This bumper crown for soyeregr's health,
And this tor bIi;annia's glory and wealth, &c-
The last specimen of Revolutionary verse re-
lating to the battle of Saratoga for which we have
room is the following curious account OF that
event, published in the newspapers Of the day
Here foloweth the direful fate
OF Burgoyne and his army great
Who so proudly did display
The terrors of despotic sway.
His power and pride and many threats
Have been brought low by fortunate Gates
To bend 10 the United States.