The Stamp Act was enacted by the British Parliament on 10 January, 1765. Almost immediately, a flurry of discontent arose in the Colonies over it. The clamor over the Stamp Act resulted in its repeal just over a year later, on 22 February, 1766.
This song was written to celebrate the repeal of the Stamp Act.
In Greece and Rome renowned for art and arms, Whose every bosom felt fair Freedom's charms,
Those manly breasts which generous ardor fired, When public weal their swords or care required;
When peace abroad their conquering arms procured, At home, when wisdom, Liberty secured:
Greatly unbending o'er the social bowl, Indulged the transports of a genial soul.
So we, nor second to those sons of fame, In love of freedom, tho' of humbler name;
Or dauntless courage, bravely to oppose Domestic tyranny, or foreign foes;
We, who far foremost here, a virtuous few, Dare to our country and ourselves be true;
Who dare, in spite of ev'ry venal frown, Assert our rights, and lawless power disown;
Spite of each parasite, each cringing slave, Each cautious dastard, each oppressive knave;
Each gibing Ass, that reptile of an hour, The supercilious pimp of abject slaves in power;
Spite of those empty boasters, who conceal Their coward fear with circumspection's veil,
Are met, to celebrate in festive mirth The day that gives our second freedom birth;
That tells us, Britain's Grenvilles never more Shall dare usurp unjust, illegal power,
Or threat America's free sons with chains, While the least spark of ancient fire remains;
While records bid the virtuous sons admire The godlike acts of each intrepid sire.
Exult America! each dauntless son Will ever keep fair Liberty their own;
Will base submission, servile fear despise, And Freedom's substance, not her shadow prize.
Triumph America! thy patriot voice Has made the greatest of mankind rejoice,
Immortal Pitt! O ever glorious name! Far, far unequalled in the rolls of fame!
What breast, for virtue is by all approved, And freedom even by Asia's slaves beloved,
What breast but glows with gratitude to thee, Boast of mankind, great prop of Liberty!
To thee, the best of parents and of friends, America with grateful homage bends,
Her thanks, her love, unable to express, To thee, great patron of her happiness.
Would 'twere in pity to mankind decreed, That still a Pitt should to a Pitt succeed:
Bid peaceful commerce reassume her seat;
Bid British navies whitten ev'ry coast, And British freedom ev'ry country boast.
Let us then, emulous of each great name Conspicuous in the ancient page of fame,
Resolve, that freedom to our sons be sped, Not worse than when our valiant fathers bled:
Emerging glorious from our late distress, Let ev'ry bosom hail returning peace:
This day let nought but jocund mirth employ, Relax each brow, and give a loose to joy.
