Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1877-08-15
THE SONG OF THE vERMoNrEns-177o

flo, all to the bor1crsi vermonters come down,
With your breecles of deerskn and jackets of
brown;
With your red WOODEN caps and your lnOccas ms
come,
To the gathering summons of trumpet and drum.
Come down with your rnesl- let grey wolrand fox
Howl on the shade of their primitive rocks;
Let the bear feed securely from pig pen and stall;
llele's two-egged game for your powder and ball.
On our south come the Dut.hman,s euveloped in
grease,
And arming for battle while canting GOr peace;
On our east crafty Meshecht has gathered his band
TO hang up our leaders and eat out our land.
| lilo, all 10 the rescue For Satan shall work
| No gain for his legions of Hampshire and York;
They claim our possessions-lhe pirul knaves--
The tribute wepay shall be prisons and graves
Let Clinton and Ten Brock,t with Dribes in their
hands,
still SEEK to divide us, and parcel our lands;
We've coats for our traitors, whoever they are,--
The warp 10 Of Gathers, the filling ortarl
Does the " Old Bay State threaten? Docs Con-
gress complain?
Swarms Hampshire in arms on our borders again ?
Bark the war-d0gs of Britain aloud on The lake?
Lepem 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 mercies 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, or the
pen.
Our wives are all true, and our daughters are fair,
With their blue eyes oil smiles and their light flow.
ing hair:
All brisk at their wheels till the dark eventual,
Then blithe at the SleGhride, the huskpg and ball
We've sheep on the hillside; we've cows on the
plain:
And gay tasseed cornheds, and rank.growing
grain;
There are deer on the mountains, and wood.pige-
ons fly
From the crack of our muskets, like clouds on the
sky.
And there's lsh in our streamlets aud rivers,
which take
Their course from the hills to our broad .bosomed
lake;
Through rock-arched WInooski thu salmon leaps
free,
And the portly shad follows, all fresh from the sea
Like sunbeam the lickere gldes through the
pool,
| An tbo nj nut ,thn th,,t ie
cool,
Or darts from his shelter of rock or of root
At the beavers quick plunge, or the anglers pur
suit.
And ours are the mountains which awfully rise,
Till they rest their green heads on the top of TIN
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 our
And brief be our season of fruits and of flowers,
Far dearer the blast round our mountain whic
raves
Than tho sweet summer zephyr which breathe
over slaves.
Harrah for Vermont for the land which we till
Must have sons 10 defend her, from valley and hill
Leave the harvest to rot the field when it grows
And the reapng of wheat for the reaping of foes
From far Mchiscows wild valley, to where
PoosOOmsuck steals down from his wood-circle
lair,
From shocticook river to LutterlOck town.
Ito, all to the rcsCue Vermontcrs come down!
Come York or come Hampshire, come traitors an
knnves,
/ If ye rule DER our land, ye shall rule DER Oh
graves;
t Our vow is recorded, our bannar unfurled;
, In the name of Vermont we defy all the world
*The New Workers.
tlIon. Mcsnech Wcarc, Governor Of New Ham,
!. shire
tGOv. Clinton of New York, and Hon. A. TIE
Brock, President of the New York Convention.