Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1859-07-22
THE SONG OF THE vERMoNTERs.

lIIV.
Ho-alI to the borders Vermonters como down
With your breeches OF dcor-ski0- and jackets o.
brown;
With your red wooden caps, and your mOccasins
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 p5-pen and stall
Here's two-legged game for your powder and
ball.
On our South come the Dutchmen, enveloped in
grease;
And, aTming for battle, WI lie oanting of peace ;
On our East, crafty Meshechf has gathered his
To hang up our leaders, and eat out our land.
Ho-alI to the rescue For Satan shall work
No gain for his legions of Hampshire and York
They claim our possessions,-the pitiful knaves-
The tribute pay, shall be prisons and graves
Let Clinton and Ten Brock : with bribes in theil
hands,
Still seek TO divide US and parcel our landsi-
We've coats for our traitors, whoever they are;
The warp is of featbers- the filing of tar g
Does the "old Bay State threaten Does Congress
comp ain?
Swarms Hampshire in arms on our borders again?
Bark the war-doyz Of Britain aloud ON the lake
Let 'em come;-whot they can, they are welcome
to take;
What seek they among US The pride OF our
wealth
l. comfort, contentment, and labor and health
And land which Freemen, we only have trod,
Independent Of all, save the meIcies Of God.
Yet we owe no allegiance; we bow to no throne
Our ruler is law, and the law is our own;
Our leaders themselves are our own fellow-men,
Who can handle the sword or the scythe, the
pen
Our wives 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 even-faII,
Then blithe at the sleign-ride, the husking, and
ball,
We've sheep on the hill-sides; we've cows on the
plain;
And gay tasseled corn-feIds, and rank growing
grain,
There are deer on our mountains, and wood
pigeons fly
From the cracL Of our muskets like clouds on the
sky.
And there's fish in strearnets and rivers, which
Their course from the hills to our broad-bosomed
lake;
Through rock-arched Winoosk the salmon leaps
free,
And the portly shad follows all fresh from the sea
Like sun beam the pickerel giides through hi.
pool;
And the spotted trout sleeps where the is COOL
Or darts from his shelter of rock and of root
At the beavers quick Plunge the angers pursuit
And ours are the mountains, which awfully rise
Till they rest their green heads the blue Of the
skies;
And ours are the forests unwasted, unshorn,
Save where the wild path Of the tempest is torn
And though savage and wild be this climate Of ours.
AMI brief be our season of fruits and Of flowers,
Far dearer the blast round our mountains which
raves,
Than the sweet summer zephyr which broathes
over slaves.
Hurra for VERMONT for the land which We till
Must have sons to defend her from valley and hill;
Leave the harvest to rot the field where it grows
And the reaping of wheat for the reaping Of foes.
From far Michiscoui's wild valley, TO where
Poosoomsuck steals down from its wood-circled lair,
From Shocticook river to Lutterlock town.
Ho-all to the rescue Vermonters, come down
Come York or come Hampshire,-come traitors and
knaves;
II you rule DER our land, ye shall rule DER our
graUsS;
In the name of Vermont defy all the asorid .