The Bennington daily banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1877-1877, 1877-08-11
SONG OF THE VERMONTERS.

1T79.
HO, all to the borders Vermonters como
down,
With your breeches of deer-skin and your
jackets of brown;
With your red wooden caps, and your mecca
10 the gathering summons of trumpet aud
drum. t...-s.
Come down with your rifes!-let grayiwolf
and fox
Howl on the shade of their primitive rocks;
Let the bear feed securely from pig-pen and
Here's twO-legged game for your powder and
ball.
On our South comes the Dutchman. envel-
Oped in grease,
And arming for battle while canting for
peace;
On our East crafty Meshesh has gathered his
band,
70 hang up our leaders and eat out our land.
HO all to the rescued For Satan shall work
No gain for his legions of Hampshire and
York.
They claim our, possessious--the pitiful
knaves-
The tribute. we pay shall be prisons and
graves
Let Clinton and Ten Brock, with brides in
their hands.
GUN bobh 10 ulNlu6 us our
We've coats for our traitors, whoever they
The warp is of feathers, the filling of tar
Does the "Old Bay State" threateni Does
Congress complaint
Swarms Hampshire in arms on our borders
againf
Bark the war-dogs of Britain aloud on the
lakef
Let 'em come what they can, they are well
come to take.
What seek they among usi The pride of our
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
Who can handle the sword, OF the scythe, or
the pen.
Our wives are all true, and our daughters
are fair,
With their blue eyes of smiles and their light
All brisk at their wheels till the dark even
fall,
Then bly, the at the sleigh ride, the husking
and ball.
We've sheep on the hillside; we've cows ON
the plain;
And gay-tasseled corn-felds, aud rank-grow-
ing grain;
| here are deer on the mountains and wood
pigeons fly
From the crack of our muskets, like clouds on
the sky.
And there's fish in our streamlets and rivers
which take
Their course from the hills to our brOad-bOs-
omed lake
Through rock-arched Winoosld the salmon
leaps free
And the portly shad follows all fresh from the
sea.
Like sunbeam the Dickerel glides through
his pool
And the sputted trout sleeps where the water
is cool,
Or darts from his shelter of rock and of root
AT tue beavers quick plunge, OF the anglers
pursuit
And ours are the mountains which awfully
rise.
Till they rest their green heads on the top OF
the skies;
And ours are the forests, unwasted, unshorn
Save where the wild path Of the tempert Il
torn.
And though savage and wild be this climate
| of ours,
And brief be our season of fruit and flowers,
Far deaTer the blast round our mountain
which raves,
Than the sweet summer zephyr which
breathes over slaves.
Hurrah for Vermont for the land which W,
till
Must have sons to defend her, from valley
and hill;
Leave the harvest to rot on the field where il
! grows,
And the reaping of wheat for the reaping Of
foes.
From far Michiscow's wild valley, TO where
POsOJmsuek steals down from his wOod-cir
cled lair,
! From ShOeticOOk river TO Lutterlock town
Ho. all 10 the rescued Yermonters come down
Come York or come Hampshire, come traitor
and knaves,
II We rule DER our land, We shall rule DER oui
graves;
Our vow is recorded, our banner unfurled,
In the name of Vermont we defy all the
world