ORIGINAL SONG.

BY JOSEPH WARREN BRACKETT, ESQ.

Sung before the N. E. Society, in New York, Dec. 22d, 1807.

TUNE, Anacreon in Heaven.

Hail! sons of the Pilgrims, assembled to pay
Festivity's rite to our Fathers in Glory!
May the ardor of friendship enliven the lay,

And their virtues be told, while we glow with the story.
With the patriot's fire,

Be enflam'd each desire,

To all that is noble, each bosom aspire;

For, long as old earth on her axle shall turn,
On the altars of freemen pure incense should burn.

When tyranny bigotry's banners upreared,

Those fathers, for conscience, for freedom, self-banish'd,
Confiding in Heaven, o'er the wild billow steer'd,
And in Holland found refuge, while bigotry vanished:
There, strangers awhile,

From their friends-from their Isle,

See them sojourn in hope,—in adversity smile;
Till raising again the white sail to the wind,

They plough the rough main, their own region to find.

Long tossing in doubt, o'er the wildering wave,
The pilot yet timid to brave the commotion;
Them hailing to freedom, from perils to save,
Columbia display'd her blue skirt from the ocean.
In Plymouth they land

On the bleak barren strand,

Yet they're strong in their shield- an omnipotent hand:
For there, to their wand'rings, a period they find,

And their brows with the laurels of freedom first bind.

The savage his quiver exhausted in vain ;

He rose-but his tomahawk idle descended: Independent, the Pilgrims mov'd free o'er the plain; Magnanimity nerv'd them — their bravery defended: Tho' environ'd by foes,

They found calm repose,

While the wilderness blossom'd and smil'd like the rose:
Till late to the grave, as they smoothly declin'd,
To their offspring, their virtue, a birthright resign'd.

When Albion their heirs to enslave vainly strove,
When lunatic Gallia committed agression,

They lowr'd in the combat- the assailants hence drove,
Independence they won-of their rights kept possession.
Then oft will we tell,

In the feast of the shell,

The deeds of their fame, 'till with transport we swell;
And teach the sweet infant, that smiles on his sire,
To pant for like fame, and to glow with like fire.

Tho' society's base were by faction assail'd,

Or the bane of our safety, by flatt'ry were varnish'd; Tho' the vet'ran be seen in his hamlet unmail'dRetir'd from the Council, his laurels untarnish'd: Yet the foe on our coast,

Lo! he flies to his post;

His valor impels-in himself he's a host:
And with him the sons of New England shall fly,
Resolv'd to live honor'd, or nobly to die.

Yes, now from the East see aggression impend!
Ye ven'rable shades, your remembrance shall fire us;
Our rights shall be sacred-our laws we 'll defend;
Our union shall strengthen-true glory inspire us :
If the bolt be but hurl'd,

Shall our flags be unfurl'd;

Tho' few, yet their fame shall extend o'er the world,

While the honors, and laurels, that deck our brave tars,
Shall end but with time, and but fade with the stars!

Thus, oft in our pilgrimage, mem'ry shall glow,

As the tale of the past comes with pleasure attendant; And the boast of our nation, latest ages shall know Our Fathers in Glory-their sons Independent! Then glad be your song

Ye convivial throng;

Roll, roll the full chorus of rapture along:
For, long as old earth on her axle shall turn,
On the altars of freemen pure incense must burn.

ORIGINAL SONG.

BY PETER HAWES, ESQ.

Sung before the New England Society in New York, December 22, 1807.

CHORUS.

Then Yankee Doodle, roar away,
And keep the chorus handy;
For some can sing, and all can say,
Yankee Doodle Dandy.

I'd tell you all, how hard they were
For tithes and taxes hunted,
And how they did n't think 't was fair,
And how they got affronted.

CHORUS.

But Yankee Doodle, all once more,
Keep up the chorus handy,
For some can sing and all can roar,
Yankee Doodle Dandy.

And how of what might them befal,
They nothing were afraid in,
So took their wives and children all,
And off they push'd for Leyden.

CHORUS.

Then Yankee Doodle, one and all,
Struck up the chorus handy,

As loud as they could sing and bawl,
Yankee Doodle Dandy.

And there they got a monstrous ship,
As big as any Gun Boat,

And all to fit her for a trip
I guess was nicely done to 't.

CHORUS.

Then Yankee Doodle all aboard!

Pip'd out the Boatswain handy,

And young and old struck up and roar'd,
Yankee Doodle Dandy.

Then ev'ry man, he seiz'd a rope,
And pull'd with all his soul, sir,
And haul'd the Tow-cloth all way up,
And ti'd it to the Pole, sir.

CHORUS.

Then Yankee Doodle now they go
All in their ship so handy,

And sing All-saints, Old Hundred too,
And Yankee Doodle Dandy.

But when they got away from shore,
And 'fore the wind did streak it,
And heard the ocean billows roar,
I guess they did n't like it.

CHORUS.

But Yankee Doodle, never mind,
Strike up the chorus handy,
They'd left th' oppressors far behind,
So Yankee Doodle Dandy.

And there they saw a great big fish
That thrash'd about his tail, sir,
And look so deuced saucyish,
I guess it was a whale, sir.

CHORUS.

But Yankee Doodle let him go,
All in the deep so handy,

While we above and he below
Sing Yankee Doodle Dandy.

But now a dreadful storm arose,

And dang❜rous case they stood in,
And hail, and rain, and sleet, and snows,
Fell thick as Hasty Pudding!