What though American doth pour ~ Her millions to Britannia's store, ~ Quoth Grenville, that won't do - for yet, ~ Taxation is the etiquette.

The tea destroy'd, the offer made ~ That all the loss should be repaid - ~ North asks not justice, nor the debt, ~ But he must have the etiquette.

He'd stop their port - annul their laws- ~ "Hear us," cried Franklin, "for our cause!" ~ To hear th' accus'd, the senate met, ~ Decreed 'twas not the etiquette.

At Bunker's Hill the cause was tried, ~ The earth with British blood was dyed; ~ Our army, though 'twas soundly beat, ~ We hear, bore off the etiquette.

The bond dissolv'd, the people rose, ~ Their rulers from themselves they chose; ~ Their Congress then at naught was set - ~ Its name was not the etiquette.

The Yankees at Long Island found ~ That they were nearly run aground; ~ Howe let them 'scape when so beset- ~ He will explain the etiquette.

His aide-de-camps to Britain boast ~ Of battles - Yankee never lost; ~ But they are won in the Gazette - ~ That saves the nation's etiquette.

Clinton his injur'd honor saw, ~ Swore he'd be tried by martial law, ~ And kick Germaine whene'er they met - ~ A ribbon sav'd that etiquette.

Of Saratoga's dreadful plain - ~ An army ruin'd; why complain? ~ To pile their arms as they were let, ~ Sure they came off with etiquette.

Cries Burgoyne, "They may be reliev'd, ~ That army still may be retriev'd, ~ To see the king if I be let;" ~ "No sir! 'tis not the etiquette."

God save the king! And should he choose ~ His people's confidence to lose, ~ What matters it? they'll not forget ~ To serve him still - through etiquette.