Sons of Liberty: Original

Come jolly sons of Liberty
Come all with hearts united.
Our motto is: We dare be free,
Not easily affrighted!
Oppression’s bond we must subdue,
Now is the time or never;
Let each man prove this motto true
And slavery from him sever.

Pale visaged fear, let none possess!
Or terrors e’er perplex him,
Posterity will ever bless,
And nought hereafter vex him;
To Freedom’s banner, let’s repair,
When e’er we see occasion …
Nor wives nor children, though most dear,
E’er stop to look or gaze on.

In Freedom’s cause, the slavish knave,
‘Twere better his condition
(That might his country’s ruin save!)
To sink into perdition;
Chain’d to a galley, groan his days,
And never be forgotten,
While furies croak his bondage lays
After he’s dead and rotten,

See Liberty high poised in air
Her free-born sons commanding,
“Come on, my sons, without a fear,
Your nat’ral rights demanding!
Your cause, the gods proclaim is just
Can tamely, you, be fettered ?
In which, disturb your father’s dust!
With ‘S‘ be ever lettered!”

Obey, my brothers, nature’s call
Your country too demands it!
Let Liberty ne’er have a fall!
‘Tis Freedom that commands it.
The axe now to the root is laid.
Will you be bound or free?
No time to pause—then “Who’s afraid?”
Live or die in Liberty!